I met my wife when we were both sixteen years old. She quickly became my everything. Twenty years later, she still is. Everyone thought Lynn was the crazy one. They warned me from the moment I met her that, one day, she would break me. I didn’t care. I wanted her and all her crazy. Always. Ultimately, some of our relationship was based on truths only the two of us knew, and that was unavoidable. No matter what, I always knew one thing was true—I loved Lynn with all my heart. What no one saw was that my crazy far surpassed Lynn’s. I just held mine close to my heart. I held it in shadow while Lynn wore hers in the sun, but I knew it was there, right beneath the surface. I just never told anyone. I always thought what Lynn didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her… until it did. In the end, her crazy didn't break me. Mine did.

I had been called ruthless. Uncaring. A bitch. And more. I'd known from a very young age that I wasn't like other women. I’d never wanted a husband and two-point-five children. I’d never wanted a white picket fence around a home that had to be baby-proofed. I’d never wanted a happily-ever-after. I was happy enough taking care of my sister, Lynn. Then the day came when Lynn didn’t need to be taken care of anymore. She didn’t need me. None of her “friends” needed me. I’d built this solitary life for myself and I liked it. Until I didn’t. Then I met Will Clark. He needed help in his office, and I needed to be useful, so I let myself in. I walked right into his life and I turned it upside down. What started out as a fun part-time job turned into real feelings and real…dare I call it love? For a short time, Will made me forget that I wasn’t suited to a normal life. He made me forget that marriage and family were not in my future. Then one day I was forced to remember. I had to make a choice. In the end, I had to choose to save him or save his ex-wife. Either way, there would be no one left to save me.