Autumn flipped through the pages of Steve’s manuscript. She’d photocopied it so she could edit it while he wrote without him knowing what she was doing.

The first thirty pages were terrible. But it didn’t matter. They were just the introduction. They were just the parts that Steve wrote to get his head into the game, to understand what his world was all about. He wasn’t intending to keep any of it anyway. He just wrote it to understand what his story was, where it was really ...