Tony shook his head. “I thought I did. I thought I could go home and get back to normal, make this place like it was nothing more than a bad memory. But I’m a writer, K.J. I need experiences, good and bad, to define my work. And…well…this place has given me a lot of experiences, so far.”
“So far?” K.J. asked. She was silent and still a moment, then her eyes lit up. “Wait a minute! You’re thinking about finishing Niccoldi’s book, aren’t you?”
Tony bristled. “That hasn’t been decided. And if I do write anything, it wouldn’t be his book. It would be mine. It would only happen when the time is right. When I’m ready. If I’m ready.”

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