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Why I wrote this

I'll be honest with you - I was afraid to write this book. Not because I didn't know what to say, but because saying it out loud, with my name on the cover, meant it was all undeniably real. It meant he was real. It meant all of it was real.

But then I kept seeing her. The woman on the other side of a screen somewhere, talking to someone she's never met in person, feeling more understood than she's ever felt in her life. Wondering why nobody else can see what she sees in him. Ignoring that small, quiet feeling in her stomach that keeps trying to get her attention.

I kept seeing her. And I was afraid for her. Because I had been her.

So I wrote the book. Even though I was afraid. Even though there are people who won't like what I've written. Even though telling the truth about your own life is one of the most uncomfortable things a person can do.

I wrote it because what happened to me is happening to other women right now. Today. As you read this. Women are being targeted deliberately by people who have learned exactly how to find them, read them, and become everything they've ever wanted - right up until the mask slips..