He was her first best friend, her first love, and the boy who slipped a tiny ring onto her finger at seven years old, promising that one day he’d marry her. Then he left for Italy. At first, she waited for the letters, the birthday calls, the messages he promised he’d send. But they never came. One by one, the calls stopped, the letters disappeared, and every text she sent went unanswered. For ten years, she held onto the memory of the boy next door while he built an entirely different life without her. Now, at seventeen, he’s finally back.