She was sitting at her desk, hunched over her computer. Her room was a mess-not a good sign, Lindsey was a neat freak-but her desk was littered with coffee cups and crumpled pieces of paper and it looked like she hadn't dusted in a while. She ran a hand through her hair
"I'm fine-I'm fine-so they rejected this manuscript-I just-have to do better. If I revise it-if I come up with a better story if I just-I-I can do better. I-I have to be better I just have to keep working-"