AMY AT 37

Thirty-seven, mother of a ten-year-old daughter, and newly divorced . . . the perfect formula for vulnerability to a male who knows prey when he sees it. Amy married her childhood sweetheart and assumed her life would be … well, normal. And it was. Deathly boring and normal. The divorce wasn’t even dramatic. It was as non-descript as the marriage had been. Was that the reason the man, whose voice she admired so on the radio, was able to sweet-talk her, romance her as she’d never dreamed of being romanced? She was the nineteen she had never been. Starry-eyed. And stupid. Yes, my friend, stupid. Ever notice that it rhymes with cupid? Author of an ebook short story by the same name, Esther Luttrell tells the tale so convincingly you have to wonder how much of it is fiction. She’s not telling.