This book broke me. I spent so long fighting it off, begging it to stay silent, but it refused. Tessa’s story needed to be told, and I needed to tell it. When I finally typed Tessa’s last words, I cried…hard. I sobbed against my computer so much, I was sure I’d short-circuited it.
And then the fog lifted, and the intense feeling of need to get these words through my fingertips was gone. I’d done Tessa justice. I’d told her story.
And now the rest is up to you.
I want to thank Nicole Resciniti, who brought life into the world the same week I took Tessa’s to the page. My agent and friend, she believed in this book before anyone else even knew about it, and she cried over it before anyone else ever could. She has always been one of my biggest supporters, and I can’t possibly say thank you enough.
Thank you to everyone who had read my books, shared with friends, and helped spread my work with other readers. It’s because of support like that I can continue to live my dream, and that means more to me than I’ll ever be able to express.
Thank you for opening your mind to a difficult topic, whether you agree with Tessa’s decision or not. Thank you for giving her a chance and for talking about it. That’s all I ask—whether you hate it or love it—talk about it.
Talk about the women like Tessa who never had her choice.