Some love stories are heartbreakingly beautiful

tap the cover for links
BookBrushImage9722.png

Dear Michael,

When we met, it was the summer of Shania Twain, Mocha Iced lipstick, motorcycle rides, and the summer I became a 17-year old mother. But then you left us.


Now, you're back to walk our daughter down the aisle. And you want a second chance?


I survived medical school. I survived to raise our daughter alone. I survived never knowing what was better than us. I won't survive to give you a second chance. I'm no longer that lovesick 17-year old girl.

Jill