Grace Sutherland had the wrong name. She was sure of it now.
She wiped sweat off her brow before she inclined the treadmill to mimic going up a hill. While the high-tech screen in front of her displayed a hiking trail dotted with grass, her mind was still on her novel and the densely forested landscape one of her main protagonist’s had become lost in. Grace grabbed her phone from the side holster in her arm and paused the playback reading she had of her novel. She then went back to the first chapter and started the whole story all over again. Something wasn’t right, and now she knew the name was only part of it.
Anytime Grace went to the gym, she often took her manuscripts with her; that way, she could burn off the calories from her constant sitting in front of her computer screen while
