GERALD JACOBS.

MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO.

I sprinted into the forest with halting labored breaths escaping my lips. I threw looks over my shoulder as I stood there, right where we first met. I halted, desperation etched across my face as I looked at the trees.

Shafts of the morning sunlight filtered through them and I had to narrow my eyes because my vision dimmed. Suddenly, I couldn't see so clearly but you see, the moment that I scented her again. The perfect Vanilla cologne ...