At fifteen, Ethan fell in love for the first time. Not dramatically. Not like a movie. He fell in love with Simon Turner, a boy from the church choir with blond hair and eyes that always looked away a fraction too soon because they would otherwise say more than they could bear. At first no one noticed them. They did not need much. Hands touching a little longer than they were supposed to. Looks that stayed a half-second too far. The frightened intoxication of first truth.