The first time I saw Thom Rose was on the train. Not on it, on it, of course, as if a high-ranking celebrity would ever be caught dead riding the subway. No, I saw him on a large screen, an advertisement.

He was dripping with charisma and skills.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enchanted. I was.

Compared to people like him, they were ethereal, they felt like something else. They walk like gods, heads held up high… and me? I’m just a normal person who badly wanted to stand on the same spot as them.

Unfortunately, my husband at that time would rather die than let...