Atlanta did not change, Lynda did. It became obvious within just a few days. The same city that used to drag her into its relentless current of ambition now felt like a map waiting for directions, not a storm demanding her reaction. For the first time since she had landed here years back, hungry and restless, she woke up without that old urgency. There were no meetings she needed to crush. No rooms where she had to command attention. No bar she had to leap over. What remain were Just decisions ...