Chapter 38

Dakota saw something incredibly impressive and almost manic about the endeavor. It looked like pages were written in a single sitting, until his hand began to ache. He must’ve went through whole packs of blue pens and quite a few pencils, too.

He imagined Terrell sitting at a desk at college, in the library, or in his room at the ranch. Just scribbling away. Occasionally stopping to rub at his leg or to stand and walk around for a few minutes to bring it back into working order. In Dakota’s thoughts, Terrell skipped meals, ignored former love interests, and pulled all-nighters. And he did it while keeping up a normal-seeming life as a college student. Receiving good grades, going to parties and club events, and generally seeming pretty normal.