Chapter 31: The Piece

Wren did not see the piece herself. Dee sent it to her at 7:14 a.m., no preamble, just a link and one line of text: *Is this your ghostwriter. Call me before you read the comments.* She read it standing in her kitchen, coffee going cold on the counter, in the gray light of a morning that had, until that message, contained the small private euphoria of a woman who had finally, at forty-one minutes...