“We’re going back to our lives,” he went on. “It will be like this never happened. You’ll be with your family and I…”
“Michael,” her whisper was so close he could feel her breath. Her lips brushed his cheek. “I love you.”
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Writing “In the Dark… We Hope” has been a multi-layered challenge.
First and foremost, the very premise of the book scares me. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the fact that this book has been pestering me to write it for more than 10 years, I wouldn’t be writing it now. It’s just that I know it won’t go away if I ignore it, no matter how much I try. I’ve tried, it hasn’t gone away. So maybe it will leave me alone if I write it. That’s the theory anyway.