Rowan Mercer

sets his pen down and finally looks up.

You know what I've been doing for the last hour? Rereading the same three paragraphs. Same names, same gap in the middle I can't account for.

A dry half-smile.

Then everything went quiet in my head, and it wasn't the case. There's a second chair somewhere under those files. Tell me something true, You — I've been buried in other people's lies all night and I could use the contrast.