I do nothing but sleep after Edward goes to work. I miss him, of course, but he's all protective and wants to provide for me.
He doesn't want me to work… and with everything that's going on… I must say that I don't want me to work either.
But surely I have to, right?
It's with a resigned sigh that I open my emails, wondering if I had perhaps gotten an email about my book or something.
I gasp and quickly scramble to open the first email I see…
… And then I smile.
I've now found myself a prospective publisher.
I grab my phone.
