“Shayla,” Michael whispered. “Shayla, wake up,” he said again, softly shaking her. “Hmm?” She groaned. “We’re here.” Shayla stretched and...

(April 4, 1983) “Lauren, in an hour my wedding starts, and my hair still isn’t done! This is horrible!” Shayla whined. “No, you being a...

“Byron… hey, what brings you here?” I asked, still standing inside. “I was just returning David’s keys. Is he here?” Byron nodded toward...