Trust takes years to build but seconds to shatter. I haven't seen Leon since we aged out of the system and lost touch, but all my old feelings come rushing back. He's the ghost of my past, the crush I buried deep because he was straight--or so I thought. Why am I entertaining thoughts of my hot ex-best friend at our foster Mom's funeral? Jeez, we just have to get through today and go our separate ways - again. I can do that. Then,...