As Adam laid out more blank pages, he was in the zone. This was real creation. What he expected when creating a real story. Until now, he’d never experienced this kind of collaboration. Bouncing ideas off Reese was so much better than trying to talk to Hunter, who just didn’t get comics. For over an hour they worked, arguing over layout and important plot points. But in the back of his mind, he knew there was something special about this story. The origin of Lyrid was personal for Reese.
She scribbled quick lines of dialogue and description on the pages he’d already sketched and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The pain she described of Alexis’s home life, living with an abusive father, made Adam wonder. He looked around the small apartment. He saw no sign of any man, but tha
