First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.