*Della*

Sitting in front of my laptop, I continued writing my book. My book was a story about my relationship with Cary, and as I wrote, it gave me so much joy. I couldn’t wait to get to the happy ending I had always pictured.

I was still writing when I heard Coco’s voice at my door. “Miss Della, you have a visitor.”

I sprang to my feet immediately after hearing her. Cary was the only name in my head, and he was the only ...