Chapter 16I was at my desk this afternoon, and I’m sure, to others, my appearance was absolutely unworthy of attention. My fingertips tapped the keyboard. My eyes fixed the screen.
I sat in a regular way, but something hadn’t been detected by my colleagues: I’d turned into a mere hologram.
My body was present, but every single cell of its composition had drifted away with my soul. For hours, I’d been sitting at my desk, pretending to be there, when really, I’d long ago flown out of the window, and was now soaring through the Montreal sky, letting the wind carry me to Du Port Street.
“What the f**k is up with you?”
Shot down, I crashed back into my limbs. “Huh?”
Jake bounced an eyebrow. “You’re typing into oblivion.” His slim index pointed to my screen, and I realized that I’d been tos
