Chapter 3-1

Chapter Three

Around eight-thirty, I entered the hotel ballroom with what I hoped was a strong, confident sort of walk, and with what I felt was a strong, confident sort of walk. My conversation with Don had kind of fired me up and had once again gotten me excited about the possibility of a Pulitzer Prize and national renown as a reporter.I’m going to break a story about animal shifters actually being real, I’d told myself while touching up my makeup before leaving my hotel room. I’m on the cusp of stratospheric accomplishment and greatness. I’m on the cusp of replacing ‘the emptiness’ with ‘the real’ of dizzying heights of success.

            That couldn’t come soon enough, either. During the previous year, post my kicking to the curb of Brandon, I’d had more……