I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I’d call just to hear his voice on the outgoing message, until eventually that was gone too.

he's a story i want to know from page one

He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

Family or love or romance, whatever it is, is not restricted to perfect people. If it were, it wouldn't exist. All of that comes out in my work in some way.

My books usually end where they began. I try to bring characters back to a point that is familiar but different because of the growth that they have gone through.