er journal. She had arrived early, unwilling to risk being late for her first official mentoring session
esturing toward the partially
ding glasses perched low on his nose, flipping through the pages of her rev
uring to the chair oppo
r chest like a shield. "I wasn't sur
ing the pages down. "And this-this is closer. You're starting to str
working on it, unsure if she'd gone too far or not far enough. S
lent. Natural intuition. But you hold back. You e
l. "I think I've done
"Writing demands we don't
and a pen. "Write a scene. Any
blinked
ow
t the timer on her pho
inst the paper. Nathaniel didn't speak. He watched her, occasionally
pulse was erratic. She hadn't thought, just
her gently. He read it once, t
"Still a little g
ut from the acknowledgment. Nathaniel was stern, yes, but he saw her. Not
coffee?" he a
ur
too expensive-looking for someone like Juliet. She hovered awkwardly
ep?" he asked, h
in doesn't shut
"That's a wri
while, they talked about literature-shared favori
d to be a writer?
my dad never took it seriously. Said it wasn't
That kind of judgment sticks
at about you? Did your fa
She was the only one who understood why I n
est ached.
daughter-was young when it happened. I think she resen
" Juliet said gently. "And bein
n unspoken understanding. A quiet tethe
weekly meetings to a small café nearby. "It's more re
é that smelled of roasted beans and worn books. Nathaniel was already there, hi
miled slightly.
are
he chair across
ugh tall windows. Nathaniel's feedback was honest but never cruel. He challenged h
a prompt that startled her: D
the paper. "You d
here to pl
romance, but the day she realized she would never earn
furrowed. When he looked up, there w
ping the page, "is t
tions about life. Nathaniel told her about Emma's love of painting.
ard the subway, their arms brus
personal?" Juliet asked, her voi
long moment. "I think honesty i
gain, tinged with a warmth Jul
haniel had scribbled in the margins of her pages. Underlined phrase
was one comment, simple
t honest sentenc
and over, heart f