I delayed this.
I deliberately put this one off, because I knew it would be really tough to revise.
Guess what? My predictions were right.
The intro is posted below. It's short and cryptic. This book isn't for the faint of heart.
Love,
Lisa
“You should join us tonight,” Kevin said.
Laughter floated in the background, a high-pitched female voice. Megan was with him, as usual. There were some sizzling noises, too.
Undoubtedly, they’d fired up the grill. Burgers would be served soon, and guests would congratulate the happy couple. Everyone would eat cake and smile and admire the rock on Megan’s finger.
“I might show up,” I told Kevin.
“Hope to see ya,” he assured me before ending the call.
I stared at my cell phone, at the black screen. Then I threw it across the room. It hit the bedroom dresser with a thud, landing on a pile of crumpled-up clothes.
Slowly, I rose from the bed. My head throbbed and my vision was blurry; objects drifted in and out of focus.
These dizzy spells were all to familiar. They didn’t even scare me anymore.
“You can’t do this; it isn’t fair,” I whispered to nobody. “You can’t just come into my life and destroy everything I have.”
There was only one course of action that would set things right. Luckily for me, I was good at it. I’d become an expert.
As I leaned against the bedroom dresser, the smell of marinara sauce wafted into my bedroom. Mom was cooking pasta.
I laughed at the sickening smell; it didn’t tempt me at all.
I laughed heartily, as though I were the most carefree person in the world. As though my heart was full and happy.
As though I wasn’t dying.
