Chapter 7Frustration had built, and it continued to build, while Rory stared at his screen. The blinking cursor mocked him. The empty white space stared back without remorse. Five hours, that was his target every day. While everybody else in the world had eight, ten, twelve hours of work they had to do, he told himself that all he had to do was five. Unfortunately, for the last six days it had been five hours of staring. Sure, there had been the occasional inspired spurt of typing; words and phrases took their places within the line-up of sentence structure like good little words were supposed to do, only to be brusquely highlighted and deleted after a read-through. The DELETE button, at that moment, was the only thing working as it should.
He heard the door open and shut upstairs and gla
