The Story I Couldn’t Stop Rewriting

Crowds walk under umbrellas along a wet street filled with jazz club neon signs and cars at dusk

Some stories arrive all at once. Last Knight wasn’t one of them. I’ve been chasing this novel for years. I always knew Detective Nicola Knight. She showed up fully formed—stubborn, haunted, brilliant at reading crime scenes, and carrying more ghosts than she was willing to admit. But I never knew where she belonged. Then I brought her home. The moment… Continue reading The Story I Couldn’t Stop Rewriting