Leonard’s first love
Unaware of his daughter’s turmoil, Leonard sighed nearly dreamily when he saw Lila. He gently picked up the Polaroid photo. “This was Lila, the first girl, nay, woman I ever loved.”
It hadn’t been a long relationship, but it had been one for the ages. He had talked about Lila often, but this was the first time Clara could put a face to the name.