What a beautiful, haunting, utterly compelling, and ultimately joyful story! Such a hellish roller coaster ride to get there, though. I shed a few tears and bit a few nails along these kids' journey. It's late October, 2016, and, having just discovered 18 Weeks of Twoey, I had the treat of reading it through without having to wait for updates. I feel that having the entire story to read at my pace made it especially powerful. After seeing the other reviews, I no longer feel silly for becoming so attached to these guys and for hating to have to part with them. Truth be told, finishing the story left such a void I had to re-read the last few chapters; I wasn't ready to let go. I'll resist any temptation to pull a "David" by over thinking or analyzing plot lines and unanswered questions. Honestly, all dramatic arts require a certain suspension of disbelief, and I was happy to allow myself to become fully engrossed in your mesmerizing story and fill in the blanks through my own imagination and life filters. The ending took my breath away as I shared David's and Twoey's tears. Bravo!