I walk through the hallway toward my desk, glancing at the clock. I’ve been gone almost two hours, but something tells me Wilma won’t mind. Since coming here, I’ve worked like crazy, and she seems to trust my skills. I’ve returned a lot calmer and happier. I’ll gladly make up the hours at the end of the day to ensure she knows I’m not abusing my second chance at being here. She’ll be happy with that. Plus, now that I have a plan about what I’m going to do, I feel better. ...