Beckham Sullivan. Once upon a time, he was my friend; for the briefest of moments, he was my lover; and then, like a shock of lightning, he became Public Enemy Number One. The irony of the fact that I just thought of him this morning, of how he and my brother inspired me to start writing, isn’t lost on me. It’s like the universe heard my thoughts: the first time I let this man cross my mind in a very long time, the cosmos decided to show me just how cruel the world can be.