By the time I got back to the office the next morning, I was already tired.Not physically.Just… mentally.Like my brain had been running all night without asking for permission.Which, honestly, it had.Because every time I tried to sleep—I kept thinking about the manuscript.Katherine.The way she wrote.The way everything started normal…and then slowly stopped being normal.I rubbed my temple as I walked into the building.“Yeah, that’s not concerning at all,” I muttered.“You’re talking to yourself again.”I didn’t even react this time.“Grey, if you’re going to keep appearing like this, at least bring coffee.”“I can arrange that.”“Don’t joke. I’m serious.”“I wasn’t joking.”I paused.Turned.“…you might be my favorite person here.”“That’s a low bar.”“Extremely.”I dropped into my chair, setting my bag down and turning on the computer.The screen lit up.I stared at it.Then immediately thought about the drawer back at the house.The manuscript sitting there.Waiting.I fr
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