Day One: Wish You Were Here

Every day, I wake up with that truth burning in my chest. The emptiness is there too, stretching into the spaces where hope used to live. You have to live with yourself after one foolish mistake-there's no going back. The cynic? That's just the romantic with a broken heart, hiding behind walls he built to survive. This isn't a story about love. It's about regret. About a foolish girl who ruined everything. About the emptiness she still carries. My name is Wendy Testaburger. And as long as I write this book, I am alive. Andrea... I love you. Forgive me.