Chapter 97. The Page She Couldn't Finish

By the second week of August, Diana had delivered the July piece, made its revisions and received an email that began with the words We'd like you to keep going.

She had saved that message.

Now she sat at her desk, staring at a paragraph she couldn't finish.

The August article needed another interview. The November piece existed as notes and a beginning she had decided she disliked. At Hans, she was preparing the account handover for her leave. At home, the small room they had chosen for the baby held boxes they still needed to open.

Nothing on the list was unreasonable by itself.

Together, it had become a room with no door.

Diana tried another sentence.

Deleted it.

Gabriel knocked lightly on the open door.

“Dinner?”

“In ten minutes.”

“You said that half an hour ago.”

She looked up too sharply.

“Then perhaps I need half an hour.”

He stopped.

Diana saw the hurt before he covered