Herald’s yelling and frantic swerving means nothing when Eileen’s hand is in mine. In this moment, we could do anything together. Our bond goes beyond simple crushes and intimate flings. It’s love. And as cliche as it all sounds, love truly can conquer all.

Eileen slips into the back of the van, pulls out a hunting knife, and saws off Herald’s beard tendrils. He screams, jolting the car off the main road and into the trees. He slams on the breaks, but not before ...