CHAPTER 2
Jamie Ford
Pulled out the thick sheet of paper and saw a wedding invitation for Caitlyn Calderwood, my high school sweetheart, the person whom I once was madly, recklessly in love with. Like many hormonal sixteen-year-olds, we thought we’d be together forever. Instead her parents came home early from church on Super Bowl Sunday and caught us in bed. I’ll never forget that day, walking to my car in my underwear after Caitlyn’s mother grabbed my clothes off the loor and ran down the hall, screaming for her husband. 4
