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.

Roseanne sat next to Madge, gently taking her hand, "I know you must be feeling a mix of emotions right now, but the past is the past. With the contract

stings, but seeing your work go unnoticed that really hurts. I mean, how many

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

a deep breath,

heard from the guest room, along with Norris'

lay awake, staring at the ceiling,

next day, Roseanne and Norris

an office building and past lunchtime, the

lounged lazily at the counter, yawning at the sound

a simple white shirt, and slacks - the very

for someone, the door's noise caught his attention, and he quickly stood up, making his way

Norris, he suggested, "Shall we talk while your family waits

chair for her and ordered a lemon

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

career to Nadine, never doubting her

hurt, there was no denying