Chapter Thirty-Three
Jonah
My eyes were fixed on the oval sticker that was attached to the cover of Wall Street Journal number one best seller this week. E Smith’s Road to Nowhere won the Highway 61 Award. That sticker could be mine if my Lake Series continued to do as well as it was. I pushed the little voice down deep, the one that reminded me that I wasn’t actually writing the books, Spencer was. That only made the bitterness sweeter. I was winning through her success without her even realizing it.
I pressed my head to the cool glass and took a moment for the sting to wear off. It was hard when you were good but not great at something you loved. Writing was an outlet for me. It helped channel the bad thoughts into a safe place where they couldn’t hurt anyone. Now they bounced around
