How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the police led him away, I pulled out of the hands of all these loved one, sobbing, screaming, everything hurting, to try and make him stay.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

I am never happy when I finish a book. I always start feeling good, and then I get to about Page 75 and start losing momentum - and I kind of pull it together at the end, but by then I think it's just all over. It's become almost a running joke among my agent and my editor - I always say that, so they don't take me seriously anymore.

...You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.