“Like the line of love, I thought. Once crossed you can't go back. Like the line between past and future. Or maybe really the line between past and now. The now my father spoke of. When I raced ... I… — Adam Berlin Belmondo Style Copy Share Image
“Like the line of love, I thought. Once crossed you can't go back. Like the line between past and future. Or maybe really the… — Adam Berlin Belmondo Style Copy Share Image
“My father nodded. His nod was for me. Different. But not different at all. My father understood. Maybe he had known. Maybe he hadn't.… — Adam Berlin Belmondo Style Copy Share Image
“He stopped walking. I stopped walking. He moved his face to mine. I stayed there. He put his mouth on mine, soft. We kissed… — Adam Berlin Belmondo Style Copy Share Image
