I’ve landed myself in a fair share of trouble, but I also found myself. I found Bree Mortimer is more than a freak – she can be brave and confident and reckless and excitable and clever and wild and very, very stupid. And I’ve had fun. More fun than I could ever imagine, except…I wished I could have shared all those moments with my childhood friends. Is that all this is? Is this tightness in my chest, this tsunami that’s tearing up my insides, simply nostalgia for the way we used to be? Or is it something more…
