“I”m thinking about rewriting the first three chapters,” I blurt.
“Of Salvaged?” my husband asks, incredulous.
“Don’t freak out,” he says, patting my hand.
“I’m not freaking out. I think I’m going to do it as if it’s a writing exercise, just try it in a different document and everything. You know, not take it so seriously. I’ll just give it a shot, see how it goes… I think it could make the whole thing so much stronger…”
Brett takes my hand, saying nothing.
“I’m freaking out.”