One of my favourite books of the year and possibly ever is the the epic tale of beauty born out of misery, the stunning Black Box. This is a sensitively and candidly told standalone story of love rewriting destiny and today, I am so excited to be able to share with you an excerpt from the new epilogue!!! This epilogue is part of the second edition of this book and it is available now from all major eBook retailers (links below). We find Mikki and Crush FIFTEEN YEARS after we said goodbye to them at the end of the original Black Box, and let me tell you, it represents the perfect full circle for these characters. But be warned, this scene should be read after Black Box, and if you have not finished reading it yet, I suggest you do not read further as this scene contains several spoilers for the novel.
Fifteen Years Later
Sometimes I wonder if my life is real. How is it possible that I’m married to the most perfect man in the world? How is it that I conceived such a perfect, intelligent, healthy son when I was never supposed to have children of my own?
Other times, I wonder how I could possibly deserve such a charmed life when I’ve almost thrown away that life so many times? The guilt is worse than the disbelief. In times when I doubt whether I deserve the life Crush and I have built together, he always reminds me of everything we endured to get here. And no one deserves it more than us.
I don’t know if I believe that, but just knowing that he believes it always makes me feel better.
The hotel in Sydney is nicer than I expected. I don’t know if I expected the room to be crawling with poisonous spiders and crocodiles. All I know is that Crush never ceases to impress me. Even when I think I’m bored with the usual routine, he continues to show me that the most amazingly, ridiculously beautiful moments await me on the other side of every lull.
Ty hands me the bottle of pills on the nightstand and a glass of water as he sits on the edge of the hotel bed. He’s only eleven, but he has his father’s vibrant green eyes and patient temperament. He’s my BFF #2, as I like to call him. He pretends to hate it.
I sit up in bed and take the bottle of pills from him first. Dumping out a few supplements, I’m happy to report that I am still off psych meds. There were a few touchy years, while I was finishing college and after Ty was born, where I was on and off the synthetics. But I’ve been off psych meds for more than eight years now.
And, more importantly, is doesn’t look like Ty took after me. He had a pretty high shot at having bipolar disorder, with me as a mom and Crush’s family history. But my Ty is perfect. Even if he does develop the demon, I will never let it drown him. And Crush can always be counted on to bring light where the blackness prevails.
“Dad said he’s going to be back in two hours. Should you take a shower?”
I sigh as I reach up and brush his hair off his forehead. My Ty is always careful to say “should you” instead of “you should.”
“Yep,” I reply, taking the glass of water from him so I can swallow my supplements. “I’ll shower right now, then we’ll head out of here. Order us some breakfast.”
“Dad already did.”
“Muffins?” He smiles and I shake my head. “Go get dressed. I’ll be right out.”
“Are you going to tell me now?”
I smile at this question he’s asked me at least five times since we arrived in Sydney. “I’ll tell you tonight.”