Julia

“How did your meeting with Marlin go?” I asked as Van and I settled in the back seat of the sedan.

“As I expected.”

“Is that good or bad?”

Van squeezed my hand. “It’s unimportant. You were fantastic up there in front of the board, stating your case and making your demands.”

Warmth bubbled within me at his words and also because of the access I’d been granted. It would take time to go ...