Chapter 216

Chris's POV

I sat there in my dingy apartment, staring at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen. The biography was almost done, but Megan's story was incomplete. There was a lack of that 'real emotions' factor in it. True, she had opened up about her past, her fights, and even her heartbreak, but I knew she held more. It was as if she had ringed her heart with fortresses, and I had to find the key to break it down if her book was to have any chance of succeeding.

My phone buzzed with a text from Megan: We need to talk. Can you come over? I felt my pulse race. Unless it was very serious, Megan would rarely invite me over. I took my jacket and scurried off, my mind running faster than my sweat.

Megan was pacing when I came into her place; she was tight and taut in the face. She turned around to look at me, ceasing her movements, and crossed her arms—her eyes boring into mine.

"Megan, we got to talk about something," she said, her voice firm w