~Joan~

“Okay, good luck!” Rhoda said over the phone. I drew in a deep breath, a small smile creeping onto my face.

“Thank you. I’ll drop by this evening,” I replied softly, and she made some kissy sounds before hanging up. I took a moment to check my appearance in the mirror.

I wore a crisp white button-down and a black skirt, my hair tied back in a neat bun. A touch of makeup brought some color to my face, but not too much. I needed to look professional, and I hoped the nerves ...