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.

right now, but the past is the past. With the contract expiring, it's the end of a

lost time. I get it, it's not just the money that stings, but seeing your work go unnoticed that really hurts. I

published to an editor. Go see

a

the

awake, staring at the ceiling,

next day, Roseanne and Norris accompanied Madge to a coffee

and past lunchtime, the shop was

at the

square jaw, wearing black-framed glasses, a simple white shirt, and

seemingly waiting for someone, the door's noise caught his attention, and he quickly stood up, making his way toward Madge. "Ms. Wood,

nod to Roseanne and Norris, he suggested, "Shall we talk while your family waits

for her and ordered a lemon water

state of detachment, overwhelmed by a sense of grief and

entrusted her career to Nadine, never doubting

was no denying