I might be giving away the ending by mentioning that my wife said this was the saddest story I’ve yet written. She also said that somehow it was the most hopeful.
It’s a strange feeling when you see someone crying over something you’ve written. I felt happy and guilty at the same time. If you’ve made someone cry with your writing then you’ve done something right. That is, you’ve done something right if it’s supposed to be sad.
For my part, I have to say I haven’t been affected as much by anything else I’ve written—so far. I hope you enjoy, or at least find some value in the final chapter of “The Devil on Her Shoulder.”
