Ariana
It took a couple of months, but I got the book written. When I typed the last words, I felt good about it. My nerves, however, started showing after I sent it in to my great-great-grandmother’s publishers. Everyone suggested that I use a new firm, but I felt that they were the people I wanted to deal with.
The same people hadn’t been part of the company for years, but I didn’t care. They took a chance on a very young author all those years ago, and I believed that if I had talent, they would take a chance on me. I looked at the picture of Megan on my desk and sighed deeply.
Now that the book was complete, I could actually think about what I had written. It was her story, or at least, the story I had hoped she would have. I still hoped, and I would probably always hope, that our
