Chapter 183

Third-Person POV

Chris sat at his desk, fingers tapping absently on his keyboard. Words for Megan's book had come easily, flowing steadily, and he'd kept up a good pace, but today his mind wandered. He kept replaying their recent conversation in his head—the one where Megan opened up to him about her scars, those on her body and in her mind.

He looked at his watch; it wasn't far from their appointment time. He really did hope this time Megan could open up just a little about her feelings. He wanted to be there for her, not just with the book but in any other possible way.

He was jerked out of his reverie by the knock at his door. "Come on in!"

Megan entered, relaxing her typically rigid formalities a notch. "Hi, Chris. Got a minute?

"Absolutely," Chris said, reclining in his chair. "Please, have a seat."

Megan took a seat across from him and settled into a relaxed posture, but her eyes flickered with apprehension. "I've been think