Chapter 4 — The Insurance Mix-up

Dylan Carter

Dylan sat at his meticulously organized desk, his laptop casting a soft glow in the dim room. The faint sound of Marisa’s brush scratching against canvas filtered through the thin walls, accompanied by the occasional hum of a song she was failing to keep to herself. He tried to focus on his ghostwriting project, willing the words to align on the screen with his usual precision. But the events of the previous day—the photograph, her curiosity, his reaction—refused to leave him.