Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.
Sarah DessenThis felt right. Not just leaving, but how I was doing it. Without regret, without second guessing. And with Wes right there, holding the door open for me as I walked out into the light.
Sarah DessenI think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.
Sarah DessenOne open, one closed. It was no wonder that the first image that came to mind when I thought of either of my sisters was a door. With Kirsten, it was the front one to our house, through which she was always coming in or out, usually in mid-sentence, a gaggle of friends trailing behind her. Whitneyโs was the one to her bedroom, which she preferred to keep shut between her and the rest of us, always.
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