BUTTERFLY_xing

Hey everyone, I wanted to give you a quick update on where things stand with the story. 
          	
          	Unfortunately, my laptop completely stopped working out of nowhere. It's at a repair shop right now, but since all my writing and study files are on it, my work is temporarily on pause. It’s been a pretty stressful week trying to get it sorted out.
          	It breaks my heart a little because we are so close to the finish line—just 4 or 5 chapters to go, and I was aiming to wrap everything up by the end of September. I'm really hoping it gets fixed smoothly and affordably so I can get back on track and give you all the ending we've been building toward.
          	Thank you so much for your patience and support while I sort this out. I'll keep you posted as soon as I have my laptop back!

BUTTERFLY_xing

Hey everyone, I wanted to give you a quick update on where things stand with the story. 
          
          Unfortunately, my laptop completely stopped working out of nowhere. It's at a repair shop right now, but since all my writing and study files are on it, my work is temporarily on pause. It’s been a pretty stressful week trying to get it sorted out.
          It breaks my heart a little because we are so close to the finish line—just 4 or 5 chapters to go, and I was aiming to wrap everything up by the end of September. I'm really hoping it gets fixed smoothly and affordably so I can get back on track and give you all the ending we've been building toward.
          Thank you so much for your patience and support while I sort this out. I'll keep you posted as soon as I have my laptop back!

BUTTERFLY_xing

SPOILER:
          Kipuka tried to speak, to recite a statute, to summon the prosecutor's voice that kept him safe. But his mouth was sealed. His uniform felt too tight, constricting his throat.
          
          Eliot stepped closer. The heat radiating off him was suffocating.
          
          "You think if you don't look at it, it stops existing?" Eliot asked, his voice low, a velvet texture over a steel blade. "You think if you stand straight enough, and walk quiet enough, the hunger goes away?"
          
          
          Kipuka wanted to scream Yes. He wanted to run. But his body betrayed him. His body leaned in.
          
          "You've always known," Eliot whispered, his hand coming up to hover near Kipuka's face. "You aren't a prosecutor, Kipuka. You're the defendant. You're just waiting to be caught."
          
          The truth of it sliced through Kipuka's chest, sharper than any knife.
          
          Then, Eliot touched him. 
          
          The truth is true_Chapter 04: Under the ice_