Prologue

Dear Chloe.

You've only been gone for 2 weeks, but it feels like so much longer. It feels like years since I last saw your beautiful smile, your fiery hair, those blue eyes that always enchanted me. You're impossible to forget. I don't really want to forget.

The girls are worried about me. I'm worried about me. My dad convinced me to go to a therapist, to at least give it a try. Like when I first joined you and the girls as a Bella. My shrink, Heather, thought writing down my thoughts would be a good way of coping with this. I have to let her read through this every week, which feels really weird.

She never actually told me how to write this, so I'm writing it to you. It feels wrong not to let you know what's going on here, how we're all dealing with this.

So, I think I might just start with the day you left us… the day I found you.