Chapter Seven
Myrtle spent the rest of the day writing the news article. She read it over with satisfaction and emailed it to Sloan as promised.
Once it was done, she realized in surprise that she was sleepy. Myrtle rarely slept and was beset by insomnia, a condition that she simply learned to incorporate into her life. But tonight, she was actually tired. Capitalizing on the unusual feeling, she got ready for bed as quickly as possible, climbed under the sheets, and turned off the light.
In her dream, there was a white rabbit insistently tapping at her front door. It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that Myrtle sat up in bed. “Miles,” she said.
She pulled on a robe and sleepily wandered to her front door. Myrtle peered out in the off-chance that she would see a white rabbit out there.
