For her excellent guidance, patience, positivity, and for believing in me and in this story, I’m indebted to Brettne Bloom. For her editorial insight, generosity, and overwhelming kindness, thanks go to Emily Krump. For being early and enthusiastic readers, I am forever grateful to Jen Wang, Heather Fogarty, Anamaria Wilson, Ira Ungerleider, Catherine Elsworth, Suzanne Lennon Portner, Melissa Thomas, Sarah Rafferty, Anna Roth Milner, Deanna Kizis, Eve Epstein, and Whitney Langdon. This wouldn’t exist without you. For nearly three decades of friendship, sharing their memories, and their mutual stamp of approval, thank you Liz Bowyer and Kari Olivier. For their unconditional support and overall badassness, I am grateful, again, to Jen Wang, Sara Lamm, Mary Wigmore, and Tuesday night margaritas. For their insight on matters of the mind and the spirit, I am grateful to Deb Stern and Sylvia Hirsch Jones. For some critical intelligence and showing me the ropes all of those years ago, thanks go to Doris Athineos and Dana Wood. For getting me over that last hurdle toward the finish line with some heartfelt high-fives, many, many thanks to Andrew and Catherine Stellin Waller. For being awesome, I send love and thanks to Crystal Meers. For a lifetime of love, I am grateful to my family. For enriching my life and filling my heart in infinite ways, thank you Millie and Louis. For literally everything else, including the best thirteen years of my life, thank you Andrew Reich.