And now, to get a little weepy, thank you to my family for all your love and support through the years—most importantly, to my own wonderful Dadu. And thank you to my favorite Bangladeshi teenagers: Zareen Khan, Fabia Mahmud, and Shannon Ali. I write for you, and I write for us.

Thank you to ones who are far away, but close to my heart. To Fari Cannon, for sharing the same ten brain cells with me, and being my found family. To Kris Urbanova, for claiming my children as your own, and indulging “Tashie After Dark” too many nights in a row. To Genesis Mendoza, for teaching me to be a better person, and looking out for me like a mother. To Holly Hughes, for being the other half of the dream team, and opening every single can of worms with me. To Z. Ahmadi, for having my back since spring break in Tokyo, and always picking up my phone calls. To Chloe Gong, for letting me scream about [redacted], and always experiencing the exact same brain waves as me. To Hannah Vitton, for allowing me to pull you into the book world, and crying over Instagram edits with me. To Alyssa Cavallaro, for reading the first words of this book in Penn Station, and always sending hugs when I’m in peril. And to Nina Petropoulos, for being the Stumbleina to my Twinkle Toes, and sticking with me through thick and thin.

Thank you to the ones that are even farther than far. To Lorena Valenzuela, for being the sweetie to my honey, and shedding tears over my characters. To Sofia Tulachan, for reading every single word I write, and inspiring me to be more hardworking. To LinLi Wan, for having the biggest galaxy brain, and trying to send me ice cream from another continent. And to Kaity Findley, for loving Stiles as much as I do, and getting up way too early just to spend time with me.