Chapter Twelve
Jonah
My laptop was hot, and the motor screamed for a break. I had a deadline on my next book, and the words couldn’t flow out of me fast enough. I thought this might the book that got me noticed by Netflix. I felt that sinking feeling that hit my stomach every time I thought of that channel. I missed my opportunity when I had one.
The lock on the door retracted and it flew open.
“You’re home late.” I stared down at my coffee cup and pretended not to be hurt. She had been out late for the past four days and had gone away for a week-long trip. I was never allowed to say anything, and when I did what she asked, she still came home late. Sometimes I wondered if she was cheating. I mean, I’d never know.
“Busy day at the office.” She hung her coat and tossed her keys in the
