ThatOldDevilMoon
Thirty-five years ago, Eleanor loved Theresa for one stolen week at a college convention, a fierce, secret thing that ended before either of them could say the word for it. She never expected to see her again.
Now Theresa is the woman moving in next door. And she's looking at Eleanor like a stranger.
Eleanor doesn't know which is crueler, that Theresa might have forgotten the most important week of her life, or that she might remember it perfectly and choose to smile politely anyway. As the old pull returns and the years between them start to close, Eleanor has to face the question she buried three and a half decades ago. Is she chasing a ghost, or is the woman she loved still in there, waiting to be remembered?
A second-chance love story about the songs we keep, the people who slip away, and whether some sentences take a lifetime to finish.