Holy shit, we made it.
If you're reading this, that means you stuck it out until the end, and for that, I owe you everything. Writing this book has been a journey filled with too many late nights, music blasting at ungodly hours, and the occasional existential crisis (or five). But somehow, through all the chaos, this story came to life. Because of you. Writing the first draft at fourteen, I didn't know what this would become. Now, I am so proud that I can share them with the world.
To my readers, you are the reason this book exists. Whether you found this story on a whim or have been reading it since the first rough, ugly draft, thank you for believing in these characters. Your comments and reactions have fueled me more than I can ever explain.
To my friends and family - thank you for putting up with me while I disappeared into my writing cave. To Brianna, for listening to the plot and the absolute feral energy. To Jonathan, for helping Christian be the man he is. To Tristan, for being so patient with me (I never let him read anything I've written, so this is a first for him).
To the playlist that kept me sane - every lyric, every guitar riff, every song that made me feel something found its way into this story. Music is the heartbeat of this book, and I owe so much of its soul to the songs that helped shape it.
And finally, to Alexandria and Christian - y'all put me through hell, and I loved every second of it. Your story isn't perfect. It's messy, chaotic, and everything it wasn't supposed to be... but that's what makes it real. This is only the beginning.
If you're still with me... buckle up. Another in the Fire is going to be one hell of a ride.
Love always,
Abbey
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