In the summer of 2000, Adam Davis spent every free moment with one particular person: Amber. Both were 18, both had just graduated from high school, and, as Davis says, “We were absurdly in love with each other.”
One afternoon, Davis and his grandfather were sitting on the front porch of their house in Dothan, Alabama, when his grandfather turned to him and said, “The only thing the two of you don’t do is stay in the same house together. I’ll set up the wedding for next Saturday and find you a place to live.”
