by Revillian
Callista Dolores has only one thing that is truly hers: the sentences she writes after everyone else has fallen asleep. When her family cuts off everything her name, her money, her future she discovers Draftline. An anonymous writing app that pays generously for stories written to reader requests. No name. No face. Just words, and someone on the other end willing to pay for them. The first request is simple. The second is a little more personal. The third makes her hands stop above the keyboard. But the money is enough to prove one thing: she can survive without her family's name. What Callista doesn't know her reader doesn't just read. He memorises the way the girl chooses her words. He marks the pauses before she writes the heavy sentences. He waits. Every night. Longer than he should. Anonymity feels like protection. Until a request arrives and Callista realises her reader knows something about her that she has never written down. The person is not far. The person is not a stranger. And Callista has known him far longer than she has been writing.
