One Cruel Night
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My hands were shaking as I dropped my phone into my beach bag. This was it. This was my break in this business. It might be strange, and I might not have been doing it for very long, but I was already in love with it.
And I couldn’t wait to have several months on the beach in New York to finish off my latest manuscript in peace.
No parents.
No guys.
No distractions.
Just uninterrupted hours of writing.
It was almost too good to be true.
TO BE CONTINUED