EVIE’S POV
I sit at my desk with my laptop open, my brain buzzing.
Not in the usual way either.
Usually, after work, I feel drained, mentally wrung out from trying to absorb everything Wolfe Publishing has thrown at me that day.
Tonight is different.
My head is alive with ideas.
The moment I step into my flat, I kick off my heels, drop my bag onto the sofa and open my laptop before I’ve even changed out of my work clothes.
I sit cross-legged on the sofa, staring at the blank document on my screen. The cursor blinks back at me, mocking and waiting in equal measure.
I’d forgotten how intimidating a blank page could be.
For a moment, panic flutters in my chest.
It has been a year. An entire year since I’ve written creatively. University essays don’t count. Neither do annotations or
