““I think it’s a good idea. You can clear your head, explore Italy.” “Write a book.” I smile at the look of surprise on her face. “I’ve been thinking about writing a book for a long time, and I refuse to be one of those people who just says I’ve always wanted to write a book for the rest of my life. I’m going to write the damn book.” “Awesome,” she says with a smile. “Is it a love story?” “Probably.” “With lots of sex?” “Maybe I’ll find a hot Italian that I can do research with.” We both laugh and Mallory stands up to hug me. “I’m sorry you’re sad.” “I’m sorry that you can feel that I’m sad. I’m going to be okay. Really.” “I know.””
