My novels originate from dreams, and I thought it fitting that I share it with you. With barely an eye open, I wake up and start writing, so please forgive any punctuation or grammar mistakes. You are reading these words as they first came to me.

I had to go live with a family I didn’t know. I think my mother died. I’m a teenager. The family has a son named Cody. His room is across the hall from mine. He is good-looking, and I feel incredibly awkward around him, but we have a past, like we knew each other when we were little. Everything in the room I am staying in is white, except maybe the floor.

I'm sitting outside by the family’s pool and hear Cody's father arguing with a man on the side of the house. Cody's dad is a builder or a contractor. They are yelling at each other. The man threatens to kill Cody's father. Something about the mob trying to extort money from him. I tell Cody, and we try to help his father without him knowing. The attraction I have for Cody is strong to the point where it’s physically difficult to be around him and not touch him.

One night, we hide at his father's construction site to see if we can catch the bad guys. Cody kisses me, but we are interrupted by a loud noise. I see the guy that was fighting with Cody's dad. I wake up.