Hey peeps! Just thought of an idea, and wanted to see what y'all thought of it.
Love, Lexa
It all goes back to one night at a nightclub ten years, eight months, and one week ago.
The night my whole life changed forever.
I sat down at my kitchen table, in the spacious apartment I had just bought in Manhattan, New York, with a pile of paperwork that resulted from my job as a heart specialist in the NYU Langone Hospital. Every few minutes ago, I would glance out the window apprehensively, a habit I hadn't been able to kick in the ten years since I had left Los Angeles, and show business, forever. A yawn from the other room signaled that my daughter, Rebecca, was awake, and probably hungry.
"Hey Sweetheart; Happy 10th birthday!"
I wasn't Sonny Munroe anymore; that girl had disappeared the moment the pregnancy test read positive. I was Christine Hudson: a 28 year old doctor with a 10 year old daughter named Rebecca, a nice apartment in the city that never sleeps, a constant fear that the man that raped me would forever be after me, and a love for the blond, three-named actor I had cruelly left when I needed to get out of Hollywood.
One night can change everything; now, another night can fix it all.
Tell me what you think! Should I continue, or should I change up the idea? Review and tell me your thoughts!