I'll admit — Theo's taste completely caught me off guard. When I followed him to see the girl, she was fragile and delicate, yet so quietly beautiful that it almost hurt to look at her. It felt like something pulled straight from a story, the rough, battle-worn man drawn helplessly toward someone soft and untouched by the world's ugliness. I was hooked just watching them.
Theo trailed her like a shadow, and I found myself holding my breath. If he felt something for her, why wasn't he doing anything about it? Someone else would come along eventually and not hesitate the way he did.
Then the girl stopped. She turned in his direction, white cane in hand, and said simply, "I know you're there."
Theo said nothing.
"How long are you staying this time before you leave?"
He was quiet for a moment. "I'm not leaving Snowville. Not for now."
