Things have been quiet lately, but still I feel my romantic apocalypse on my heels. It’s like that feeling you get when you walk into a room and everyone just stops and stares at you in complete silence. It’s quiet, but you know they’re all thinking something—and it’s probably not good. Like everyone I pass knows I’m about to expire. If I don’t find the perfect mate and get that fantasy romance going, then Eden Newman is a thing of the past. The government will secretly come in and take me away. I wonder what they’ll do with my dog? Anyway, I’ve decided to take these last few months and put my story down on paper. The time has come for Revealing Eden. I’m going to get my story out there so that it can maybe help others. I don’t want my life to be a total waste, you know? So I’m working day and night to get it all down—and I mean everything. I’m not hiding a thing. I don’t care what the government does to me if they find out. My clock is ticking anyway, right?