I swing my legs over the side of the bed and test my weight on my wrapped ankle. Nope. Bad, bad Wren. My knee buckles and Theo reaches to steady me. His hand touches my elbow and I discover fifty thousand undetected nerve endings.
None of my characters are 100% me, but I give parts of myself and my experiences to all of them, and inspiration can come at random. In Wren's case, I twisted my ankle while writing this book, and I decided that if I had to suffer, she did too! (But hers was worse. So much worse.)
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