chapter 22
Saturday, March 28: 12 p.m. at the Chesapeake Grille
Sabrina was early, but she didn’t let the others know it. She needed some “selfish writing” to cleanse herself from the disgusting feature article she’d compiled from the equally as repulsive in-person interview. For some reason The Grille felt the safest place to do it. The only people who knew she was in town were still an hour away from joining her and no one else could reach her. Since she’d filed the article, her phone had been off and would remain that way.
At the top of a new page she wrote the day’s date in the corner and then breathed words on the page for an intentional three minutes to clear her head before shifting into what she actually wanted to write. First, she offloaded about her editor, which led to a rant
