"Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful."

"So," EJ looked up from chopping a red bell pepper, knife held firm in his hand. The kitchen window opened behind him, blowing a gentle sea breeze through the curtains. "You want to take my son on a boat in the middle of the ocean? Is that what you're telling me?"

Ari, sitting on the countertop beside EJ, swung her legs back and forth while giggling.

"Uh," Oliver ran a hand through his curls, eyes locked on the tip of EJ's knife.

"Dad," Will rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen holding Kitty. "Here, I found her under my bed again."

Will handed the kitten over to Ari.

"Oh, Kitty," Ari held the soft fur up to her face. "I missed you, my little baby."

Will smiled watching his daughter coo over the animal. Turning back to EJ, Will put his hands on his hips, "Stop threatening him."

"I'm not threatening anyone," EJ shrugged, going back to chopping vegetables. "I'm having a conversation."

"Uh huh," Will said, crossing his arms. "Did you even let him talk or did you jump to conclusions?"

"I did no such thing," EJ argued.

"Oh, so you know that he was inviting all of us, right?" Will smiled, leaning his elbows on the countertop in front of him.

"…Maybe," EJ narrowed his eyes.

"On a boat?" Ari questioned, Kitty jumping from her arms to land on the floor. "We get to go on a boat?"

"Um, yeah," Oliver said with a nervous smile. "It's the last of summer and I thought it could be fun to go for a ride. Um, maybe go down to St. Ives or another town and get some ice cream. Celebrate Will's book getting published."

"Hmm," EJ humfed as Ari squealed in excitement.

"Ice cream and a boat?" Ari jumped hopped off the counter to face Will. "Can we go? Can we? Can we?"

"Well, you and I are gonna go," Will told Ari. He kneeled down in front of her and bopped her nose. "But Grandpa, I don't know. I think you'll need to convince him."

EJ glared at Will when Ari flashed her big doe eyes at him.

"Grandpa, please, please! A boat and ice cream," Ari half-whispered, half-screamed.

"Yeah, Grandpa," Will goaded with a smirk. "It'll be fun."

EJ sighed. "Fine but you two don't play fair."

"I know," Will confirmed. He turned to face Oliver. "So, this weekend then?"

"Yes," Oliver nodded, glancing at EJ out of the corner of his eye. "It'll be fun."

Will walked Oliver to the door, talking about what to bring and what to wear.

"That boy likes your father," EJ told Ari before getting back to chopping.

"Duh," Ari gave EJ an exasperated look.

"How do you feel about that?" EJ wondered.

"How does who feel about what?" Will repeated as he walked back into the kitchen. He stole a slice of bell pepper from EJ.

"Oliver," Ari answered. "He's nice and his hair is all springy. And he makes Daddy get all red and giggly."

Will covered his face with one hand while EJ laughed with his head thrown back.

After sobering, EJ pointed his knife at Will. "Don't get your hopes up. I don't want your heart breaking over some guy."

"It's a boat ride," Will said. "Not a proposal. We're just friends."

"Sure you are," EJ responded.

"Maybe we'll date. Maybe we won't," Will shrugged, taking another slice of bell paper. "I'm not diving or rushing into anything. Whatever happens, happens."

"Good," EJ said. "Now, quit stealing my food," EJ smacked Will's hand when it came close. "It's almost dinner time."

"Sorry," Will laughed.

"And you're sure the background you created will hold up to scrutiny?" EJ asked as Ari skipped off after Kitty.

"Positive," Will confirmed. "No one is ever going to know it's all fake."

"Do you think anyone in Salem will realize what the plot's about? Or put any of the pieces together?" EJ pressed with a nervous edge to his voice.

"I think whoever figures it out has to either know my writing well," Will said after a moment of deliberating. "Or want to believe there's something there. Either way, they'll look up the author and read about the life and times of Will Wells. They'll realize my 'dying' in the book and searching for peace must have been about my own experience. What with my entire family dying and whatnot. At least, I hope so."

Later that night while Will finished the dishes, Ari struggled to wait for their movie night to start.

"I need popcorn," Ari insisted in a serious tone. She stood next to the sink, tugging at Will's shirt. "Can't watch movie without popcorn."

"I think you could," Will put the last fork and spoon in the dishwasher. While drying his hands, he glanced at Ari. "How do you ask for something?"

"Please, Daddy, I have some popcorn?" Ari pouted her lips at Will, enlarging her eyes.

"Yes, thank you for using your manners," Will bent over to kiss the top of her head. "I'll fix the popcorn. You pick the movie."

"Yes!" Ari jogged into the front room and perused their movie collection.

EJ, sitting on the couch already, whined when he saw what Ari picked.

"Not another Disney movie," EJ groaned. "We've seen them all already."

"We needa watch," Ari argued, shaking her head back and forth. "It's my most favorite ever!"

"You say that about every movie," EJ said. "It doesn't count."

"Just put the movie in!" Will yelled from the kitchen.

"Fine," EJ sighed, pushing himself off the couch. "Another viewing of Zootopia. I'm so thrilled."

"You're a pre-d-a-tor," Ari said pronouncing the word with a strange emphasis.

"And you're a little bunny," EJ said, reaching down to flick her on her nose. "Here's your little bunny nose."

"I'm not a bunny," Ari laughed. "I'm a big girl!"

"Oh, I forgot," EJ chuckled, flopping on the couch. "Did you know your daughter is a big girl?" EJ questioned Will as he walked in with a big bowl of popcorn.

"What? Not my daughter," Will shook his head. "She's just a little thing."

"No!" Ari half-whined, half-laughed. "I'm a big girl!"

"Oh, that's right," Will said nodding his head and handing her the popcorn.

Ari, sitting between Will and EJ on the couch, shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth. Her little legs kicked in excitement as the movie started.

At the end of the movie, once Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde saved the day, Ari dragged Will off the couch to dance.

Shaking her hips and singing along to Shakira, Ari held onto Will's hand as he twirled her around and around.

Once the movie ended, Ari turned to face EJ and laughed, hands over her mouth, when she saw he was fast asleep.

"Grandpa can't sleep on the couch," Ari said. "That's not his bed, so silly."

"Leave Grandpa alone," Will instructed. "He's tired and old now."

Ari nodded. "He's got silver whiskers."

"Yes, he does," Will snorted. "Let's leave him here. Besides, it's time for your bath anyway."

"Okay," Ari agreed.

Before they left, Ari grabbed the blanket hanging off the back of the couch. She spread it out around EJ, tucking it around him.

"Night, Grandpa," Ari whispered just a bit too loud. "Love you."

Will, smiling at how sweet and thoughtful Ari was, held out his hand. "I'll start the water and you get your pajamas."

As they walked up the stairs, Ari jumping up two at a time, Will couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was. Will went ages without seeing his daughter. He didn't get to sit next to her on the couch for movie night. He didn't get to hear her high pitched laugh or see her dance without a care in the world. He didn't get bubbles thrown in his face or water sloshed over his feet. He didn't get bedtime stories or the sight of her little chest rising and falling.

Will almost never saw Ari again. He wouldn't have if it wasn't for EJ.


Hours later, Ari tiptoed out of her bedroom, woken up from a nightmare. She pushed the door to Will's bedroom open and crawled into his bed.

"Daddy?" Ari asked as she snuggled against his prone form. Tear tracks drying on her face. "Daddy?"

"Hmm," Will rolled off his stomach and onto his back. With a sleep laced voice, Will asked,"Was'the matter, baby?"

"I had a bad dream," Ari whispered around a sniffle. "Sleep here?"

"'Course," Will lifted his blanket and let Ari in beside him. He waited for her to settle down, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. After waking up more, he questioned, "What happened in your dream?"

"You left," Ari explained. "And I was with Mommy and new people and it was scary and you weren't there. No one was there."

"I'm here now," Will said. "I'm not gonna leave you again, ever."

"Promise?" Ari asked, staring up at Will.

"I promise," Will smiled down at his daughter's big trusting eyes. "You know, I used to have bad dreams too."

"You did?" Ari asked in an awed tone. She didn't think anything ever scared her daddy.

"Yep," Will confirmed. "They were bad, bad dreams. But they went away."

"How?" Ari wondered, nibbling her lower lip.

"They went away when I got you back," Will revealed. "Because you were everything I needed to see. You make everything better for me."

"Yeah?" Ari batted her eyes at Will.

"You always have," Will smiled.

"I made the bad dreams go away?" Ari said.

"You did," Will nodded.

"Then you'll make mine go away," Ari said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh, I will, huh?" Will helped Ari adjust so she rested on his chest.

"You make bad things good," Ari responded, eyes fluttering shut.

"I try," Will whispered, kissing her forehead. "I love you, baby girl. I'll protect you from the bad dreams."

"And Grandpa protects you," Ari replied in a small voice. "But who takes care of Grandpa?"

"You and I will watch over him," Will decided. "We'll make sure Grandpa is happy."

Ari nodded before drifting back to sleep.

Will held Ari close, staying awake for just a few more minutes.

EJ will be as happy as I am soon. I know it.


EJ, walking up the stairs after waking up on the couch, paused to check in on Will. He smiled when he saw Ari tucked up against him. The two cuddled together looking content and happy even in sleep.

It was worth it, EJ thought. Everything we went through. It was all worth it just to have this.

EJ knew the type of man he was, the type of person. He wasn't good. He did terrible, awful things to get what he wanted and rarely felt remorse. As much as he tried to get around it, there was no changing him.

EJ didn't feel guilty about taking Ari at all. He'd do it again in a heartbeat. He'd do whatever it took to keep Will and Ari happy.

That's all that mattered now.

EJ closed the door to Will's room and walked down the hall to his own room.


Sonny Kiriakis walked into the Brady Pub, summer sun shining behind him. He didn't often go to the pub. It carried too many memories. But he couldn't dwell on those anymore.

Glancing around the restaurant, it took Sonny only a few moments to spot someone familiar. Paul Narita sat at the bar with his nose stuffed in a book.

Sonny pulled at his shirt and fixed his hair as he walked over.

"Hey," Sonny cleared his throat, sitting next to Paul at the bar. "What are you reading?"

"Hi," Paul looked up from the book to flash a grin at Sonny. "I got this today and I can't put it down. It's hypnotic."

"I didn't know you were that into books," Sonny confessed, bemused.

"I'm not but there's something about this one," Paul lifted one shoulder up in a shrug.

"What's it about?" Sonny wondered.

"It's about this girl that got killed," Paul explained. "Only she didn't die. She woke up on an island far away with her step-father. Their families thought they were dead but they're imprisoned instead. The book's all about them trying to escape and find a new home."

"New home?" Sonny questioned.

"Yeah," Paul nodded. "Her step-dad is a total monster and she's not a saint either. But they're likable, right? You want to root for them even though they're not perfect. Anyway, they did some digging and realized that no one missed them back home. So, they're trying to find a new place to live and sort of creating the life they always wanted."

"Huh," Sonny said in a noncommittal tone. "It doesn't sound that interesting."

"Oh, it's awesome," Paul argued. "Like the part I'm at right now, the girl, Wendy, she's a lesbian. And she married her high school sweetheart. Head over heels for her but things got screwed up and she died before she could make amends. And when she escaped she wanted to find her wife again, thought they could be together."

"But they couldn't?" Sonny guessed. He felt amused how into the book Paul was.

"No," Paul said. "Because her wife already moved on! And with the girl Wendy accused her of having feelings for before Wendy died. It turned out Wendy was right the whole time. The wife only married her because she couldn't have this other girl."

"Wow," Sonny frowned. He thought for a moment. "That's awful! Who would do that?"

"I don't know," Paul said. "I mean, who would even want to be with someone that didn't care their wife died? Anyway, the part I'm at now, Wendy is getting her revenge."

"Oh, yeah, how?" Sonny leaned his elbow on the bar top, resting his chin in his hand.

"Well, Wendy decided she never wanted to see her wife or her new girlfriend again," Paul explained. "So, instead, well, she always wanted to be a songwriter. And instead of confronting anyone she wrote the greatest ef-you song imaginable. She got this big celebrity to sing it. It became this huge success. There's even a scene where the wife and her new girlfriend listen to it and talk about how great it is. Her wife never even knew it was about her but Wendy did. And it's awesome."

Sonny tilted his head. He didn't think the story sounded that great. It wasn't something he would read on his own. Sonny just enjoyed watching Paul's eyes flicker with excitement as he talked about it.

"That doesn't sound half bad," Sonny lied. "Maybe when you're done you could let me borrow it."

"Or," Paul shifted his barstool closer to Sonny. "We could read it together?"

"That might work too," Sonny leaned his head in close, under the guise of reading the words. "I might not understand everything, though. Since I'm not starting at the beginning."

"I'll catch you up," Paul guaranteed, giving Sonny a teasing look.

Sonny, so close he could smell Paul's cologne, nodded. Pleasant butterflies fluttered in his chest, wedding ring digging into his finger.

Sonny wasn't sure what Will would think about his friendship with Paul. But Sonny couldn't dwell on Will or Ari forever. It was time to move on. Both of them were gone and no amount of wishing or praying would bring them back. Sonny wanted a fresh start, a real chance at happiness.

Besides, Will and Ari would want Sonny to be happy anyway he could. He was only doing what his family wanted after all.


Knock Knock

Sami DiMera (nee Brady) opened the front door of her house in California.

"Yes?" Sami answered.

"UPS, ma'am," a delivery man in a dark khaki uniform held up a small package. "Can you sign here, please?"

"Oh, sure," Sami squiggled her name while taking a small box. "Thanks."

"Thank you," the man said as he walked back to his delivery truck.

Sami used her hip to shut the door behind her with a thud.

The kids were all at school and she already finished her workout. The house was clean and Sami had nothing else to do. Nothing but worry and obsess.

Sami tossed the box on the kitchen counter and moved to grab her purse. She always kept EJ's letter inside of it. That way it was always with her.

No one understood how with everything going on around her, Sami could focus on a letter. How she would dedicate hours to research. Throw so much money away on private investigators. They didn't understand, though. No one understood.

The letter was the only proof she had her husband might be alive. That EJ was somewhere out there in the world.

Everyone thought Sami was crazy, thought she just couldn't handle too much tragedy at one time. They didn't understand. Sami knew EJ was alive. She knew Will was alive. She knew Ari was alive.

Sami knew it. She knew it in her heart and in her bones. If her son was dead, she would know. When Grace died, even though she wasn't Sami's biologically, Sami felt it. She felt it but she also knew something was off. That something was Sydney, Sami's biological child that she didn't know about. Sami knew Sydney was alive then just like she knew Will was alive now.

So many times Sami disregarded her instincts and let her pain take over. When Johnny ran away and she heard a false news report saying he was dead. She believed it. Even EJ, she thought it was true. Thought it had to be true but a few days later she could have sworn he was alive. It felt like he was alive.

When Sami got the news Will was dead, her entire world shutdown. At first, Sami thought it wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Her son wasn't dead. She would know it. But she went to the morgue with Lucas and there was her son. Spread out on the same table as her husband the year before.

Sami's instincts told her she was right but how could she be when Will's dead body was in front of her?

None of it made sense. That was why it was so easy to focus on EJ's letter. Why she moved on so soon after Will's death, why she paid such little attention in the first place.

Will wasn't dead. He couldn't be. Neither could Ari despite what Rafe or her father said. She didn't care if they found the babysitter and her boat drifting out at sea. She didn't care if they found strands of Ari's hair on the boat. Or if they found a scrap of Ari's dress and a drop of her blood too. There wasn't a body so her granddaughter wasn't dead.

Will and Ari were alive. So was EJ. Sami knew it. And no one would convince her otherwise.

It didn't even surprise Sami that much the second time someone kidnapped Ari. Of course, she panicked like everyone else. In the beginning, she worried and agonized over it. Blamed Rafe and his useless family. But then it hit her. EJ and Will were alive. Will would never leave his daughter behind, never. Will must have Ari.

If Will, Ari, and EJ were alive Sami knew they had to be together. That the only way Will and EJ could survive their injuries was because of Stefano.

Stefano was the only one with the power and privilege to orchestrate something like this. Stefano was also the only one that had come back to dead more times than anyone else. Stefano and his children, that is.

Sami didn't understand how or why but she knew Stefano was behind it. That was why she went so hard at him. She wanted to goad Stefano into telling her the truth or, at least, figuring out his plot by herself. Instead, Stefano died and Sami learned nothing.

Although, oftentimes Sami wondered if Andre's appearance at Will's funeral was a clue. A man, a DiMera, appearing from the dead at her own son's funeral. It had to mean something. It had to.

The knowledge that her family was alive and the letter in her hands were the only things that kept Sami afloat. It was hard balancing her quest for Will, Ari, and EJ with taking care of her children. But Sami found a way.

Sami knew Will and EJ both would never forgive her for neglecting Johnny, Allie, and Sydney.

Wiping at her eyes, Sami kissed the letter once and put it back in her purse.

Sami didn't care what anyone else said. She knew, one day, she'd reunite with her loved ones. She'd find EJ, Will, and Ari. When everyone tried to make her doubt that, Sami endured.

She thought that EJ might find her once Stefano died but that was months ago and nothing. She didn't know why he stayed away unless forced to. Unless something terrible happened. Something so awful that it forced EJ and Will to keep their distance.

But why would they come for Ari and not us? Why wouldn't Will or EJ get the kids and me too?

Eric Brady, Sami's twin brother, believed her for a time. He understood Sami's reasoning. He knew why she focused all her energy on finding EJ instead of grieving for her son or granddaughter. Eric understood even if he didn't agree.

It was easier to let Sami cling to what everyone thought was foolish hope.

No one would ever understand. Sami couldn't live in a world where her husband, eldest son, and only grandchild were dead. She couldn't. Sami didn't know how to live in a world without them. She wouldn't.

They were alive and one day she would find them. Her letter from EJ was the key. If she found him, she would find Will and Ari.

Beyond her obsession, Sami dedicated herself to Johnny, Allie, and Sydney. For the most part, the three were doing well. They liked their school. They all had friends and involved in clubs. But that was just the surface. The things she posted on Facebook so everyone in Salem would stop pestering her. Deep down, they were all hurting.

EJ dying hit everyone hard but they made it through. A new life in a new city helped them. Everything was simpler for them in California. No schemes, no illegal activities, no murderous grandparents. It wasn't ideal but they managed.

Then Will died and everything fell apart again. While Sami convinced herself Will was alive, she didn't want to tell the kids. Didn't want to confuse them or break their hearts if by chance she was wrong. Instead, she had to watch as her babies broke without their big brother.

When things got back on track, someone kidnapped Ari again. The children worried so hard and so long and nothing consoled them.

That was why Sami doubled her efforts to find EJ. She would go through every city in every country on every continent if she had to. For her sake, for her children's sake, she would find them.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

Glancing at her phone buzzing across the countertop, Sami resisted rolling her eyes. With a resigned sigh, she answered.

"What, Lucas?" Sami asked.

"Hi," Lucas Horton replied. He held a book in his hand.

"If this is about sending Allie to see you and the Bride of Frankenstein the answer is still no," Sami stated. "I am not letting my daughter near that bitch and you know it."

"Sami," Lucas closed his eyes and centered his breathing. "We're not getting into that."

"I cannot believe you are even thinking about marrying her," Sami ranted. "She made my son's life miserable!"

"Our son," Lucas interjected in a low voice. "Will was our son."

"Is," Sami countered.

Sami always thought Lucas of all people would understand her. That he would believe her when she said Will was alive. But he didn't.

"I didn't call to talk about Adrienne," Lucas said. He learned months ago to stop correcting Sami about Will. It never ended well.

"After that woman treated Will his last few months," Sami ignored Lucas. "After her family forgot all about Ari, you do this. She didn't even go to his funeral! And you want to marry that piece of hypocritical trash? Not to mention her worthless son."

"Sami, enough," Lucas sighed. "I'm not talking about that."

"You don't want to talk about your association with the people that destroyed my son?" Sami scoffed. "Shocking."

"You cannot fault Sonny for-," Lucas tried.

"I will do whatever I goddamn please," Sami interrupted. "Especially if it has to do with that deadbeat forgetting my son and my granddaughter. How can you even be around him without wanting to punch his smarmy face? And yes, I can fault that asshole. It hasn't even been a year and he's doing exactly what Will said he always wanted. Will was right the whole time about Sonny and Paul. And if I ever see Sonny again I will bash his ugly face in."

Lucas sighed once more. He wasn't getting into this today.

"Are you done now?" Lucas asked after a few moments of nothing but Sami's heavy breathing.

"For now," Sami conceded.

"Look," Lucas looked down at the book in his hand. "I don't even know if I should tell you this. It's just enabling you but I have to do this."

"What?" Sami frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I bought this book," Lucas explained.

"You're calling me about a book?" Sami rolled her eyes.

"Shut it, this is important," Lucas argued. "It's a new release and it looked interesting. I started reading it last night and I stayed up all night finishing it. And, well-,"

"Well, what?" Sami prodded. "Lucas?"

"The writing style it just, it reminded me of Will," Lucas revealed. Lucas wasn't sure if he should tell Sami this part or not. "The plot is about a young girl who dies…and gets brought back to life."

Sami gasped.

"And, um, she's held captive with her step-father that she always hated," Lucas continued. "And when she escapes she finds out that everyone's moved on. Her wife, her parents, everyone. She thinks no one misses her and she decides to stay away from them all."

"What?" Sami demanded, breathless. "What? That-that's how it ends?"

"Well, more or less," Lucas said. "She ends up settling down with the step-dad. They assume new identities as father and daughter and are happy."

"They're happy?" Sami repeated, mind racing.

"Look, it could be nothing," Lucas reminded Sami. "I'm sure plenty of people write like that."

"Lucas," Sami whispered. "This could be it."

"It's a story," Lucas insisted. "I just-I don't know. I read it and I wanted so hard to believe it was Will. But the author," Lucas turned over his book. "Someone named W. Wells. I looked him up. Born in Los Angeles, grew up with both parents happily married. His family all died in a terrible accident. All but his father. That's why he wrote the book. It's not Will. It's not our son."

"You don't know that," Sami argued.

"Sami," Lucas shook his head and muttered under his breath. "I knew I shouldn't have told you. I should just move on like Adrienne said."

"Oh, right," Sami crossed her arms. "Listen to Adrienne of all people about Will. If it was up to her you would purge Will out of your life completely. Her and her stupid worthless son!"

"You don't understand-," Lucas tried.

"I do," Sami snarled. "I understand everything. And when I find Will and Ari, I sure as hell won't tell you."

Sami hung up before Lucas could say anything else.

"Idiot," Sami said afterward.

Needing to settle down, Sami made herself a latte. She leaned against her quart countertop and drank her coffee, savoring it. After, she checked the time. Still several hours before she had to pick up the kids.

Figuring she should go to the bookstore and look for that book, Sami turned to leave. That's when she saw the package she forgot all about. Sami found a pair of scissors and sliced through the thick smattering of tape.

Riffling through the plastic wrap inserts, Sami pulled out a book. It wasn't the book Lucas mentioned.

I didn't order this, Sami realized. Did Johnny buy stuff with my Amazon account again?

Sami lifted the book up. It was old. The cover was a faded green with embossed lettering.

Peter Pan and Wendy. This is Will's favorite book. Sami read the title. Her eyes watered again.

Who would send me this?

Sami flipped through the pages. She remembered reading the book to Will over and over again when he was a child. How he read the book to his siblings as soon as they were old enough to understand. How they all watched every version of the movie even going to Chicago to see the play once. Remembered how the whole family planned to dress up as the characters one Halloween but life got in the way.

She would always associate Peter Pan with Will, always.

Who the hell would send this to me?

Sami snapped the book closed when she noticed something. Opening the back cover, Sami's heart pounded in her chest.

The text was black, basic on a yellowed page. Beneath the words, THE END, in blue ink, someone penned a phrase. It wasn't in any of the Peter Pan books only the movies. Sami knew that. She knew it.

Someone sent me Will's favorite book and they wrote this quote. This specific quote.

Sami's mind whirled, everything coming together. EJ's letter, Peter Pan, the book, W. Wells.

Oh my God, Sami dropped the book on her kitchen counter. She lunged for the box it came from, searching for a packing slip, anything. On the top of the box, there was a return address. Most of it was illegible, smeared. Sami could only make out a few words, the words Wells and England.

Will's alive. Ari's alive. EJ's alive. They're alive. They're alive and I'm going to find them. I'll find them. I don't care if I have to look in every house in England I'll find them.

Trying to steady her breathing, Sami looked at the book again, the quote.

"To live will be an awfully big adventure."


THE END

Author's note:

Thank you so much to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited, or followed. I do appreciate it. Your opinion and feedback mean so much to me. So, thank you for reading and, hopefully, enjoying.

Not sure about my next story. I haven't felt much inspiration lately. But I will try my best to create something new.

Thank you once again!