When my dad died, I didn't know my mom was going to leave me too. It hurt like hell to lose him, but didn't she know we could get through this together? I survived by dancing and reading. That is, until the Underground Poet left me a riddle straight from the pages of my favorite book. Suddenly, I was awake and excited. What was he trying to say and how would I reply? I know it seems crazy to fall for someone that I've never actually met, but he feels more real to me than the people I spend all my time with. For the first time in my life, it feels like I'm not so alone. Like he has offered me his hand and I'm accepting the next steps of the dance. Would you have done the same?