The book is finished.
You would be so glad. If you were here, we would celebrate at a Mexican restaurant with fabulous guacamole. Plenty of chips. Constant refills.
You would give me hugs and “I knew you could do it” words.
Throughout our meal, I would be thanking you for pushing me, for encouraging me to keep going.
Twelve years, my friend. During a dozen teeth-gnashing years, this book has been through multiple drafts, revisions, even a couple of genre changes.
But finally, it is the book I was supposed to write—the book you knew I COULD write.
It was important because of the women we both knew, those incredibly brave women who faced their hardest truths and stepped into an unknown world.
These women we taught, led in groups, cried with reminded us of the women we once were. How we needed our cadre of women warriors to help us fight our way to freedom.
This book underscores our experiences and the life journeys of these like-minded women.
I am sad you never saw the completed manuscript, never had the chance to hold the book in your hands. I know you would be proud. “Love it,” you would say.
Before you left us, you heard about the title my son created: “No Visible Scars.”
“I love it,” you said. “It’s perfect,” you added.
You would have adored the cover your Sarah designed.
I am asking God to let you peek through the heavenlies and see it. I know it will bring you extra joy.
Thank you, precious friend, for being my cheerleader for this project.
Thank you for boosting me over the mountain of self-doubt, for reminding me to keep going, to finish the course, to see it through.
It is finished.
I miss you.
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Domestic abuse happens even in the best of homes. Read about Abigail’s story in “No Visible Scars.”