Prologue

    een, my life changed forever.

    I kno t me rangely as if trying to fat could o explain. Because Ive lived  of my life, I dont feel t I o unless its on my terms, and t ake more time t people are o give me. My story cant be summed up in tences; it cant be packaged into somet and simple t people ely understand. Despite ty years, till living  year accept my lack of explanation  question. My story in some ory because it  all of us lived through.

    It o it. Im fifty-seven years old, but even no year, doo t details. I relive t year often in my mind, bringing it back to life, and I realize t ion of sadness and joy. ts  I  if I did, take ting tting ten t on.

    It is April 12, in t year before t and gray, but as I move doreet, I notice t t just a little. temperature is cool, ts only a matter of  tle in to sometable and to t make Nort beautiful places in t all coming back to me. I close my eyes and to move in reverse, sloicking backating in tion. As if tco broo smooturns as t eventful year approaches.

    to coreets teem  ss,  treet, tower rings. . . .

    I open my eyes and pause. I am standing outside tist care at tly een years old.

    tory; I promise to leave not.

    First you  say you  been warned.