What lingers under her surfaces.
She will forever whisper.
Composed in the courtroom. Warm at her mother's table. Restless the second she's alone. Juniper Valenca left for a new city and called it starting over. A new firm, a new winter, a case that could make her, and a colleague she keeps almost noticing. The prose moves when she does: quiet letters that whisper, tremble, and misbehave with her. Some of it she'd never say aloud. So she locked it.
Slow Burn · Closed Door · Workplace · Character-Driven · A Twist
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"Juniper walks into every room composed and leaves it composed. What happens in between is why I wrote this book. I wrote her surfaces first. Then I wrote what lives under them. There are things in here you will not catch the first time, and I can't wait for you to meet her, and then, when it's over, to go back and meet her again."
Begin Chapter One
Juniper doesn't know you're here. Her face is composed. Her voice is level. The letters are not. Step in where the prose gives her away, and when you finish, everything she kept locked opens, chapter by chapter, from the very beginning.
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