Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Overseas?"

"Yes, these two books are topping the charts in electronic and physical sales in Southeast Asia."

Madge was stunned again, "I had no clue these books were even published abroad..."

"I've done some rough calculations, and over the years, 'The Assassin's Art' and 'Desolate School' have brought in at least five..." Roseanne stretched out a hand.

"Five hundred thousand?" Norris guessed.

"Come on, Dad, think bigger."

"...Five million?!"

Roseanne shook her head, "Fifty million. And that's a conservative estimate."

Norris was speechless.

must be feeling a mix of emotions right now,

now is how we can make up for lost time. I get it, it's not just the money that stings, but seeing your work go unnoticed that really hurts. I mean, how many good writing years does one even have?" Madge turned away,

completed over the years but haven't published to an editor. Go see him;

took a

could be heard from the guest room, along with Norris' gentle

lay awake, staring at the ceiling, equally

next day, Roseanne and Norris accompanied Madge to

past lunchtime, the shop was sparsely

at the counter, yawning at the sound of the door chime before closing its

wearing black-framed glasses, a simple

he quickly stood up, making his way toward Madge. "Ms. Wood, good

suggested, "Shall we

chair for her and ordered a

a state of detachment, overwhelmed by a sense of grief and powerlessness, unsure of

a decade, she had entrusted her career to Nadine, never doubting

there was no