She showed him her painting before she'd decided to. That was the moment. She just didn't know it yet.
When Grace Deuces discovers a stranger reorganizing her family's art shed - Colt Simmons, seventeen, the new groundskeeper - she does something she's never done before. She turns her hidden canvas around and lets him look.
He says: Monet. But the water is Turner.
Nobody has ever looked at her art like that.
What begins as an unlikely friendship - a wealthy girl with Harvard mapped out for her, a boy from the foster system with nowhere mapped out for him at all - becomes, over one extraordinary year, a love story neither of them planned. Late evenings in a shed. A bucket list written in two columns, forty-seven things they want to do before time runs out. Morse code tapped on a shared wall in the dark, letter by letter, until they have a whole language between them.
Then Grace's father finds out.
And Colt learns something that changes everything.
He has two months. Maybe more. Probably not more.
What Colt does next - the choice he makes, the things he says, the careful and devastating way he tries to set Grace free - will break her heart before she understands it. And when she finally understands it, it will break her heart all over again, in a completely different direction.
The Last Thing He Taught Me is a love story about two people who find each other at exactly the wrong time - and choose each other anyway. It is about the bucket list they make together, the things they cross off and the things they don't, the first real date in a shed decorated with string lights, the prom night that ends on a school rooftop with a city built from posterboard and folding chairs.
It is about what a person leaves in another person when they go.
It is about the practice of carrying.