Before I knew it, I’d spent the entire afternoon writing.
CHAPTER 61
Another day passed.
I went to the grocery store, avoided Jay, and burrowed back into my apartment.
CHAPTER 62
Three days before the interview, I wrote some more.
CHAPTER 63
Istarted to get antsy when the forty-eight-hour countdown to the interviews began.
Brittany checked in and sent me a document outlining what she planned to say.
I read through it.
That night, I had a nightmare.
CHAPTER 64
Ijolted awake around midnight, sweating. My sheets were twisted haphazardly around my legs, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
The images from my dream still hadn’t faded. It was Dr. Pike’s sneering face. He’d been yelling at me. And then after he’d yelled at me, he’d shoved me up against the wall of the exam room we’d been in.
I put my sweaty forehead in my palms and tried to tell myself it was just a dream.
It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.
And then my phone started to buzz on the nightstand.
My head snapped up. I looked over at it, and in bright white lettering, an unknown number was written across the screen.
My stomach sank so quickly I thought I might be sick.
What was it with these spam calls?
The ringing stopped suddenly, and the room was bathed in silence again. But it felt more eerie after the shrill ring.
So much for trying to calm down. Two doses of adrenaline would be enough to keep me up the rest of the night.
Sleep was definitely not going to find me again.
After a few minutes of staring into the dark, I reached for my laptop instead. If my mind refused to rest, I’d find something else to do.
Chapter Three of my new manuscript came up the moment the screen turned on.
The cursor flickered, but nothing came to my mind. And I suddenly felt an intense need for a change of scenery.
My mind shifted to thoughts of the luxurious library downstairs, and my mouth almost watered as if it were a basket of onion rings.
The library downstairs would be empty. Towering shelves and the smell of aged paper were calling my name.
I hesitated only a second before slipping out of bed and into my slippers.
I walked down the stairs to the connecting door and then ever so softly opened it. I peeked out to make sure everything was dark, then tiptoed over to the double doors by the kitchen.
