"Who are you talking about?" I demand. Joey stares at me with wide eyes, like he's silently apologizing. "Whatever it is can't be worse than finding out I made out with my cousin, or that I'm ... Brendan's sister." That was so hard to say.
"I know who that man is. Which means, I know who the third boy is."
Brendan and I stare at him, willing his mouth to move. But as soon as it does, I wish I had stapled it shut.
"Vic."
My journey in creating this story, is much like Lana's discovery of love--I discovered what it was to be a writer again. To live within my words and not want to let them go, even as I typed the last letter. Lana's journey isn't over, and neither is mine.
I am surrounded by the most wonderful and passionate women. They were there to remind me of just what I'm capable of accomplishing. They never once stopped believing in me. Their love helped me fall in love with writing once again. It was a long four years, but here we are. And I am very much in love.
This story is for all of my friends who talked me off the cliff or screamed right alongside me...