Chapter 229

Third-Person POV

His fingers danced across the keyboard; the rhythmic clacking of keys provided cadence across the small, dimly lit apartment. The book was coming into place, but it was hard to keep the words pumping out. Megan's story was incredible and overwhelming; Chris found himself at almost every turn in the road between admiration and frustration. He had promised to help her tell her story, but now it weighed upon him.

The shrill doorbell cut through his reverie. He frowned, consulting his watch. It was late, and he hadn't expected anyone. He rubbed his eyes and shuffled to the door, tugging it open to find Megan standing there, a mix of determination and vulnerability playing on her features.

"Hey, Megan," Chris greeted, stepping aside to let her in. "What's up?"

"I need to talk," Megan said, the pitch of her voice steady, though her eyes spoke a different language altogether with their fluttering nervousness. She strode past him int