He was a musician, a rock star. I was a singer, an operatic prima donna.
I stepped from the bathroom, my naked body pale in the dark room. He had once told me I seemed to glow as an angel. An angel he said came down from heaven to save him. That had been before he married the groupie and I decided to marry my manager. Back when we were young, naïve, and forever in love. Back when we were ignorant of the real world.
