Two Years Later

Taylor

“What time is it?” I ask the room.

“Twenty minutes after the last time you asked,” Martha teases.

“We have five minutes,” Elizabeth announces to everyone. “Taylor, might I have a moment?” She inquires, escorting me onto the balcony for a modicum of privacy.

I thought my nerves had reached a pinnacle; a private chat with Elizabeth escalates them even higher. Gerald and Elizabeth arrived with us three days ago to assist with ...