Chloe | Letter 06 — He is hurting.
I can feel the shift in the air. The ache in my bones.
Another week has flown by.
We seem to be stuck in this 12- to 17-degree weather cycle at the moment.
(So very British to constantly talk about the weather)
Chloe’s book is starting to get some real traction. Fairacre is waking up.
I love it when the story just pours out.
The characters take on a life of their own, and I let them go. I’ve had to get comfortable with deleting a ton of words, as sometimes we end up down a rabbit hole.
Here’s to the delete key :)
Onwards!
— G. J.
He looked so lost.
So…sad.
I wanted to hold him, reach for him, but I know him too well.
He needs to process.
It doesn’t take him long. I can see it play out on his face, and it is hurting him.
My rock is in pain.
Patience, Chloe, patience.
This changes everything. I can feel the shift in the air. The ache in my bones.
Trouble.
We can no longer hide in the shadows. My people are tired, and I ask too much of them, but we have no choice.
Fairacre will sound the cry once again.
— C
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Chloe and the Slaver cover art
