All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.

Each time, I think I'm never going to write another book. It never gets easier.