This prologue is something I wrote at 3:21 a.m. one morning back in March. I woke up from a dream and had to get out my laptop and furiously type the words before they flitted away into that hazy reality where you can almost kind of remember your dream from the night before. I was afraid the emotions would leave me, afraid Olivia would get lost in the back of my mind. Ironically enough, Olivia was never absent from me. She yelled at me constantly to write this story. She was louder than any other person in my mind, so I had to listen.
This prologue is unedited, subject to change. Copyright Anie Michaels of AM Books, 2015.