The book lay open, begging for Sandy to finish, but she just couldn't bear to look at one more word...

It was both too exciting and too painful. For years Sandy had hoped she would be able to find the book that everyone said her mother had been working on. According to her grandmother, Sandy's mother had wanted to write an entire history of her life growing up so that somehow the precious pages could be sent on to her. At eighteen, Sandy's mother had been swept up in a whirlwind of a romance that ended her up pregnant and heartbroken. Seeing it as her best option at the time, Sandy's mother had made the hard decision to give her up for adoption . That explained why Sandy always had this nagging feeling inside her, like a mysterious puzzle piece existed and she just couldn't ever eplain it away. Through a fast and furious turn of events, Sandy had set out to discover who she was, and where she came from. Marsha, at the adoption agency, had been the one to break the news. After several years battling cancer her mother had recently lost her fight late last year, but her grandmother still lived in Colorado. Now, months later, here she was, up in her grandmother's attic, staring at what was left of her mother's life - her heart, all wrapped up neatly in volumes of paper that has always been meant for her to find.