Val's P.O.V

The last remnants of sunset painted Brielle’s bedroom in shades of orange and deep blue. The lazy, contented haze of the afternoon had solidified into a firm, purposeful calm. The signed contract was back in its folder, a tangible promise of hopeful tomorrow. My suitcase was mostly repacked, my outfit for the first day back; a simple but powerful navy-blue jumpsuit was laid out over a chair. The chaotic energy of the weekend had been prayed over, laughed through, and finally, ...