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I’m not sure how long I sat there like that, but the sun had set when the phone finally snapped me out of my fog. I groped in the couch cushions for it, pressing the ‘talk’ button absently and holding the receiver to my ear.

“Dominique?”

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I spent the next few weeks fully immersed in my new book. Georgie had loved the pages I’d re-written, and that had sparked a desire to finally finish the damned thing. I wrote like mad for hours at a time, sometimes not even stopping to eat, and by the end of three weeks, I found myself at the end of the book, two weeks earlier than my deadline.

But that left me at loose ends, which I really hated. While I was writing, I could distract myself from thinking about Orlando and the stupid position I’d gotten myself into with him, but without my manuscript open in front of me, all I was left with was empty time and a mind all too eager to fill it with thoughts I really didn’t need.

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I can barely keep my eyes open as I write this, so I’ll keep it brief. The Scars update this week will be posted on Monday, rather than Saturday, as I’ve been working excessive hours lately due to the fact that I’m now working in two stores, an hour’s drive away from each other. I’m helping to manage another location because they’re very short-staffed and have no manager or assistant manager at the moment. I’m also in charge of the hiring for that location, and the training, etc… that goes along with a new employee. Needless to say, I’m beyond exhausted, and I haven’t had time to sleep, much less write. I’m off for 2 days this weekend, however, so I’m hoping to have the Scars update written then. Thanks for your patience, everyone, and I hope you enjoy where I’m taking Peyton and Orlando.

The relief at being back in my own home was instant as soon as I unlocked the door to my flat. Sherman ran to greet me, meowing loudly as he waited to be picked up. He wasn’t used to me not being there, so my week-long absence had probably shaken him up. I immediately went into the kitchen to check his food and water situation, surprised to find they were both full.

“I’ve been checking on him,” Olivia explained as she set my bag on the kitchen table. “The poor little guy was starving when I checked on him the first day.”

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Okay, it’s Monday, and I had planned to post the Scars update on Saturday, but I haven’t had 2 minutes to sit down and write it. The craziness at work is intensifying, and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to continue at this break-neck pace, but I’m going to try. I’ll have the update done sometime this week, hopefully, but will not be able to post it until Monday, March 3rd. Thank-you all for your patience, and I hope you enjoy where I’m taking Peyton next.