~Joan~

The ideas I thought I had coming suddenly stopped. It was like my mind had hit a wall. And that was one of the many reasons I was sulking around the house in a foul mood.

Rhoda had asked me countless times if there was a problem. I’d told her I was okay —well, partially.

I stared at my laptop screen like it was the root of all my problems. Turns out it was true: Aaron was my muse.

I hated that. I really did.

Because he was a cheat, and I’d been ...