Until the Morning Sun

I don't really know where to start except to say that a few months ago I thought my life was pretty simple. I was a librarian in a high school with some great kids. I didn't have a lot of family-my dad died about eight years ago-but my mom and I were really close. I wasn't ecstatically happy, but I was content. Sure, it would have been nice to have been in love, but most 27-year-old single people would say that. I guess you could say I lived a normal life with normal beliefs. And that included the beliefs that vampires did not exist, there was no such thing as magic, people did not come back from the dead, and the likelihood that I would fall profoundly and intensely in love was ridiculously slim.I was wrong.