My chat with Jenny had been sobering. Whatever I felt for Ellis might not matter because no one else would ever accept us. Besides, I could still only guess as to what he wanted from me.

Forgetting him and moving on would be hard, though, because there was a big part of me that didn’t want to let go.

When I picked up a newspaper on the way to class one morning, I saw an article about a German pianist coming to perform a concert at the opera auditorium near the university. My ...