The Mystery Writer

Lesley thought that Autumn was right. Her brother was being too much. He's a massive pain in the ass. She also had called Richard to speak to Autumn at that time. So, they won't miss the whole identity. She lay on the bed while Autumn turned off the lights as she eyed around the room. She watched as she started organizing things and making sure that everything was aligned. She's an organized freak and has obsessive-compulsive behavior when it comes to color coding and things around her.

"Do you read someone else's book?" Lesley asked.

"Of course," Autumn said.

"Alright, what's the best mystery book you would recommend?"

Autumn turned around as it caught her attention.