No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

beautiful mind; your heart got a story with mine

I'm reaching twenty-nine when the final email is received.

And it's settled, just like that. After months of editing and rewriting and designing and more rewriting. I could walk into a bookstore on May nineteenth and see my own name on the cover of an honest-to-goodness hardback book. Annabelle circles the date on the calendar and hooks her fingers around the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me in.