*Claire*

I flip my phone around and around in my hands. I am waiting for a call back from not one but five of my connections on the board. The longer I stare at the names, the more all of them seem to blend. Is Sharon’s last name Dang? Or Smith? Is Josh from Milwaukee? Or Tallahassee? I felt so lost trying to keep all of them straight.

Still, a few patterns started to emerge, and I was starting to get one of those weird feelings that something was wrong.

The one thing ...