Cancer. Fucking. Sucks.
If you stuck with me to the end, thank you. If you even picked this book up and gave it a shot, thank you. I appreciate every reader and everyone who takes a chance on a newbie like me.
If you read the story, it would mean the world to me if you would review it. Reviews help indie authors immensely and it helps me grow as a writer.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Acknowledgments
I have so many people I need to thank and the list keeps on growing.
Nicole, for always helping me spin straw into gold.
Crystal, you’re always eager to help and your input is crucial and so, so appreciated.
Kate Farlow, CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING THANK YOU FROM THE TOP OF MY LUNGS? Seriously. You SAVED me and this book. Your magic on this cover made all the difference and I cannot say thank you enough. So thank you. Merci. Gracias. Danke. Grazie. Those are the only languages I know to say it in but you get the point. I am so, so grateful.
Kristen, thank you for your honesty and helping make this the best story it could be.
Harlow, my book bestie, my absolute rock. I can’t even count the number of ledges you talked me off of anymore. I’m grateful for your friendship, support, honesty, and for being my sounding board and helping me keep my sanity. Love you mucho.
Rookies. My tribe. My friends. My rocks. I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done. All the knowledge and wisdom you’ve passed down. For always talking me off the ledge. For including me to begin with. I love you all and I’m so lucky to call you my friends. I’m so grateful for every one of you.
Kurt, my human soulmate. The love of my life. Thank you for letting me pursue my dreams and never doubting me. Thank you for being the best person I know and loving me as fiercely as I love you.
Hudson, for being the first love of my life, even when you demand attention and take me away from my books. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Bloggers, for reading and reviewing. For talking me up. For making beautiful edits. I couldn’t do this without you.
Readers, friends. Thank you for your unwavering support and for following me on this journey. This is my dream and I couldn’t do it without all of you.
About the Author
Kelsey can be found in PA with her two loves of her life—her golden retriever and her perpetual boyfriend, Kurt.
When she’s not writing, she can be found obsessing over her dog, binge-watching Netflix, or listening to true crime podcasts.
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