When Jake died, I think I lost a major part of my own identity right along with him. His heart stopped only for a while before it was forced to beat again in its new home. Zander’s chest. That heart that I had drifted off to the unremitting thrum of so many times was going to beat on. It was meant to thrive. It had so many more beats left in it and yet…my own heart seemed to seize. It locked down like a petrified artifact from some long lost chapter in time when I was happy and my heart was full. My own heart, at least figuratively, had become static within me. It was lost without Jake. All of me was lost without Jake. I had become my very own Atlantis.
USA Today Best Selling Author,J.L. Mac is twenty-seven years old and currently resides in El Paso, Texas, where she enjoys living near her family. She was born and raised in Galveston, Texas. J.L. admittedly has had a long and sordid love affair with the written word and has loved every minute of it. She drinks too many glasses of wine on occasion,and says way too many swear words to be considered “lady-like.” J.L. spends her free time reading, writing, and playing with her children.
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