Chapter 43

One of his stories.

As Jay panned lower, the content grew more explicit. He wasn’t sure what was worse—the time Jay spent staring at the screen or the moment he swivelled his head to look at Dean.

“You wrote this?”

Dean had always anticipated the ‘you’ve grown two heads’ look if someone discovered his writing. Now he was seeing it. Dean took a moment before answering. He wanted to swallow but his discomfort would show in the movement of his throat, in the ensuing gulp. He forced out the words, “Writing. Present tense.”

Jay didn’t blink. Dean wilted under his stare. Searching for some way to explain, coming up with nothing, he went on the defensive. “You didn’t have to search in those files to do the upgrade.”

“Sue me for snooping. When I spotted a folder so artistically called My Writing, I failed to resist.”