To James Melia, my brilliant editor, who gave me a soft place to land when I really needed it and made the process of this book so wonderfully delightful. Thank you for loving these characters as I do.
To Erin Malone, my incredible literary agent, for being the toughest editor and greatest champion. I didn’t think I’d ever find you. Thank god I did. Also: You’re never getting rid of me.
To Dan Farah, my miraculous manager. You make everything I do bigger, better. This road is brutal and beautiful. Thank you for hanging in with me. I love you.
To everyone at Flatiron Books, especially Bob Miller, Amy Einhorn, and Marlena Bittner for being the most loving, warm, dynamic, and exciting place for Sabrina. You guys rock.
To David Stone, my television agent, for his steadfast belief and Jedi skills. Thanks for being our grown-up.
To Laura Bonner, Caitlin Mahoney, and Matilda Forbes Watson for ensuring this book travels far and wide.
To Leila Sales, Lexa Hillyer, Jessica Rothenberg, and Lauren Oliver for their endless encouragement, love, and life talks. What would I be without this community we’ve created?
To Jen Smith, for being the best adult sherpa in town. I adore you.
To Melissa Seligmann, for letting me play with our past and for pushing me to honor our present.
To Hannah Gordon, BFF and first reader. I continue to be so screwed without you.
To Raquel Johnson, for fielding every phone call and loving me with such incredible blindness. Baby, we are so lucky.
To Chris Fife and Bill Brown, who saw me through one of the toughest years of my life with extraordinary compassion. You are my angels.
To the cast of Famous in Love, who made me a mama for the very first time—never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get so lucky.
To my parents, who remain my true north. It’s a good thing I’ve been single for so long—otherwise I’d have nothing to write about. You have done your job so remarkably well.
And finally, to any woman who has ever felt betrayed by fate or love. Hang in there. This isn’t the end of your story.