Chapter 2
I looked around my desk for my cup of coffee. The coffee was cold and bitter, but I drank it anyway.
I’d been locked inside my apartment for two days, writing. I hadn’t even seen Fay. In the last forty-eight hours, there had been many small breakthroughs in the book, and I’d finally connected with my main character. He’d been eluding me since the start. The man was secretive and unwilling to let me inside his head. It wasn’t until I’d had an epiphany in the shower yesterday morning that I’d really understood why: I’d built him all out of resistance—made him into a man who would never compromise for anyone or anything, but these traits were false, fabricated. I wanted him to be everything I wasn’t, and this afternoon, I’d finally let him go where he wanted to go. The scene had f
