Gweneth shuddered audibly, causing Melissa to fall backward. She cried out in surprise and pain when she hit the floor. The character stood to help her creator up, holding out a fair-skinned hand.

“What was that all about?” Melissa heaved her body off the floor with her apologetic creation’s assistance.

“I—I don’t know. I got a chill. You know how you feel someone enter the room that you don’t like and you kind of shudder? That was it.” Gweneth tried her best to help the author up.

“What do you think caused it?” That was stupid.

“I don’t know.” Expected that, Melissa thought.

Gweneth paused, turning around, looking out the window into the azalea bushes, trying to figure out what she kept seeing.

She saw his dark hair and thought she was going to squeal.