Hi my dear readers, I wanted to apologize in advance for I won't be able to update this book. I know I'm going against the words I gave to you and for that I am really sorry. I have so much going on that my mental state is a mess and I can't seem to focus or do anything for that matter.
I love this book and I have great ideas for it, but with my current burnout I'm afraid that I'll ruin it. l already feel it's not flowing like it was supposed to. It won't be fair to you or the book not to give it my all or just write for the sake of writing.Please understand that I'm not abandoning or giving up on the book, I just need a bit of time to sort out my head before I can go back to writing. You deserve an awesome story and I would be disappointed in myself if I didn't give you that.I won't be gone long, hopefully a maximum of two weeks will be enough.Thank you for understanding and again I'm really sorry for any inconveniences.Lots of love💕Stay safe and take care.Evelyn.I shake my head, redirecting my eyes to the chart. Work. Focus. This is what I came here for.But then, a sound cuts through the stillness. A groan of strained metal, faint but wrong. My skin prickles.I glance up. One of the overhead rigs, the kind used to support heavy monitoring equipment, is swa
The smell of fresh coffee greets me the moment I step into the building. For once, it’s comforting instead of bitter. I swipe my badge, hear the familiar click of the security gate, and tell myself today will just be normal and ordinary.The receptionist lifts her head from her computer and smiles.
Her words send a chill down my spine. If Aunt Ava is already connecting the dots, then it's only a matter of time before the truth is out... I have to do something.I push the spoon through the panna cotta, swirling the berries around. My chest feels heavy. “And then there is Noah. He sat across fro
By the time I push my front door open, I’m ready to collapse face-first onto the nearest flat surface. My whole body feels wrung out, like I’ve just run a marathon I didn’t sign up for. My feet drag against the wooden floor, and I already imagine curling under my blanket with Blackie.But when I loo
My jaw aches from clenching it, but the burn in my chest only grows hotter, spreading until it feels like fire under my ribs. They’re mine. Chloe’s and mine. And yet they’re smiling about Sierra like she’s some blessing dropped onto their laps. Like she belongs here.She doesn’t because she’s nothin
Noah.I stay outside long after Sierra’s footsteps fade down the path. The swing creaks under me as I push it back and forth, my jaw tight, her words clawing at me.Manipulative and a liar.The word scrapes raw across my chest, cutting me down over and over again until my soul feels like nothing but