A Different Corner by Zeya Hart

Seth Calder

I came to the Highlands to be left the hell alone. No noise. No people. No past. Just me, the cold, and the only place that still feels like mine. Then she showed up—dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, phone in hand like a deranged spa-influencer, and very much in my kitchen. A rental disaster, she called it. A fucking disaster, if you ask me. Except… she fit. In my space. In my silence. With sweaters that wouldn’t stay on her shoulder and a keyboard warfare that made my PTSD spike.

We argued. We clashed. And then one night—over too much whisky and a scene she couldn’t write—I offered to help. It was supposed to be a lesson. Just one night. But not all heat melts with the snow. And some stories don’t start with once upon a time. They begin with... A Different Corner.