My mom, naturally, was pretty freaked by the time we got back to Nebraska. But Paige was by my side the whole time, helping me explain everything.
And she stayed there for the rest of the year. Litterally. She was out of money because of the two plane tickets (she insisted on paying Angela back) and she just couldn’t pay her morgage anymore.
My mother welcomed her into our household with open arms.
Eventually, when I got up the nerve, I showed Paige my memories. She cried alot, and held onto me as we sorted through them, putting them all in order.
I began writing about when Paige came into my life, and she helped, writing down her own memories. Paige never ceased to amaze me with her dogged determination to get things done.
Before I knew it, we had written a book.
She still insists that it was all my doing, but I know better. Sure, I may have written most of it, but Paige was the reason why it was fully completed, and why it’s sitting in store windows.