The event is a blast, as usual. Every time, I work myself up for these events, and I always end up never wanting to leave by the time they’re over. Getting the chance to meet up with other author friends and attempting to run away with all their signed books while laughing maniacally is what truly brings me peace in life. What truly brings me happiness is seeing the many smiling faces eager to meet me and get signed books of mine. I love my career as a professional manipulator. I’m fortunate to do what I do. I’m a tad tipsy from getting drinks at a bar after the event, so Daya is driving me back home in my car. We laugh and giggle over funny moments and even gossip about the crazy drama that always circulates the book community. We’re riding a high from having such a good time, but our smiles bleed dry as she pulls up to the house. A lone light is on, shining through the bay window. I turned off all the lights before we left. I go to scramble out of the car, but Daya’s firm grip around my hand stops me. “He could still be in there,” she says urgently, her grip tightening almost painfully. “He fucking better be,” I growl, wrangling my arm from her grip. I slip out of the car before Daya can try to stop me again and charge towards the manor. “Addie, stop! You’re being stupid.”