Kissing my jaw, she pulls back. “I love you.”
As she looks down at our baby, her fingers moving along her sweet cheeks, she starts to sing Ashlyn’s song. A lump forms in my throat as I watch her sing so sweetly to our baby. Looking down at our bundle of joy, I can’t believe the whirlwind we’ve been through, our lows and our highs, but I wouldn’t change anything. None of it, because the end game—me holding my daughter and telling my wife I love her—is completely perfect.
Everything I ever wanted.
And we aren’t even done.
Nope, our love song is just starting.
And I can’t wait to listen to it over and over again.
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So this is the end.
Wow.
I can’t believe my Sinclair boys are over. Can you? I think I might cry.
Ack.
Well, before I can do that, let me just say, I am so freaking proud of this book. I love it. I know it was long, and I know it was hard to read at times, but I love it. I love Avery, and I love Jace. I really just love everyone in this book!
You know, depression and anxiety are such scary mental diseases. Finally, people are shining a light on them, learning more about these illnesses, working to better themselves, and I couldn’t be happier. I deal with my own issues, and knowing that I’m not alone is very reassuring, because it’s scary.
This story is based off true events. When I found out about the girl who this happened to, I was stunned. She was such a happy girl who got involved with a guy, and it ruined her. Soon she was cutting, and then she tried to kill herself. It was so sad and so scary, and her grandma knew nothing about it. None of us did. So when I started this book, I always knew that Avery was gonna have the same backstory. I talked to this girl and asked if I could use some of her story. She agreed because she wants people to know that this thing can happen to anyone. And it can. She was such a sweet, smart girl, but she wasn’t loved the way she should have been and that one bad breakup ruined her. Thankfully though, she is off to college, living her dreams now, and she doesn’t even look back. For that, I’m proud. I truly believe every scar she has is a reminder to keep fighting.
I hope I did the story justice, and I hope you enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed writing it. Was it hard at times? Yeah. I cried a lot, but I wouldn’t change a single word in this book. I love it.