It was lunch time at school and you were sitting on your English teacher, Mr. Williams’s (Luke, as you called him), lap in his classroom. You have been secretly together for a couple months now. He was so wise and often wrote poetry for you and showed you his favorite books. The only problem was that he was married and had two daughters. The only time he talks about them, however, is to complain about them. “Once you graduate, I’ll take you to Europe,” Luke says, looking at essays to grade.