Erased, a novel Chapter 37- Off the Table Kayla- His eyebrows are white and gray, bushy, and scrunched together as he moves through the documents I brought. His nostrils and distractingly flaring up and down. I can't see his eyes, but I assume they're moving as quickly as his fingers. My fear has surmounted. It's the second time he's read over this report, and the matter has his full attention. I also brought with me the copies of the contract I signed. There's just one signature at the end of it all. The pages aren't numbered, and all of a sudden the width of the problem can be sized up. The terms I don't remember are in bold. Hard to miss. Likewise, they're hard to forget. The whole paragraph amounts to a loss of authorship. Not immediately, but after the third printing. The report he's rereading is about one author who made complaints after discovering her own book on bookshelves and dressed with...