Prologue

Hello, reader. My name is Aidan Wells, and I am now 67 years old. I live in a retirement center and my wife passed away many years ago. I have one son, but he has a family of his own now and doesn't come and visit me much.

My time is running out. I can feel it in my bones. Everything is moving in slow motion: I breathe slower, walk slower, think slower. My skin is wrinkled and aged, my hair white and tousled. I can't walk so I use a wheelchair.

I'm writing this story to you because I want you to know. I want you to know about my life, my mistakes, victories and defeats. I want you to learn from my mistakes and feel the happiness I felt whenever I achieved a victory.

But most of all, I write this because I want to remember. I want to remember back to the summer when I was only fifteen years old, back when I was only a boy who knew nothing. Knew nothing and yet was saved. By an angel.

My angel.

Her name was Helix. But I will not get into any details yet. That is for later. I remember that summer like it was just yesterday, and I thank god every night for not erasing that memory from my already battered brain- it's the most vivid memory I have left. I hold it close and dear.

It is, and forever will be, alive in my heart as long as it is beating.

And now, I want to tell you my story so it will continue to be alive even when my heart has stopped- so sit, dear friends, and I shall tell you my story of that one summer.

The summer that saved my life.