Emily Havens, for all the phone calls, and for always reminding me that there is a plan in place infinitely better than mine.
Karen Nelson, for providing a safe place to go deeper and get honest. I am a better person, and writer, for knowing you.
My mother, my first reader, who taught me to throw my heart forward and run to meet it. This book is for you.
My father and the love of language you instilled in me. Thank you for knowing I was a writer before I did.
My funny, beautiful, clever, audacious big sister Daisy Bell. I will always be your kitten.
My beloved biggest siblings Holly and George, and my cousin Lucie, for showing me the way.
My grandmother Judy, from whom I inherited a love of both sugar and mischief.
My grandmother Edie, whom I never met, but whose dream of becoming a writer lives on in me.
And finally, my Henry. Thank you for loving me, for marrying me, and for creating a life with me far too honeyed and harmonious to ever make for interesting fiction. I’m yours.