Looking at the woman sleeping on my bed, I can't help but smile.

Who would have thought that I'd fall in love with someone young? The same age as my son?

Yet here we are. It's been five months since I met Viona. I had gone out for a drink and probably hook up with someone for the night.

Then I saw her, sitting inside a bar, drowning one glass after another.

I approached her and we hit it off. I knew at ...