The hush that had settled over Lynda’s life right after the verdict did not really stick around for long. Atlanta, despite its careful order and polished facades, had a way of charging forward, even when its people just needed a moment to breathe. She picked up on it in all the little details, phone calls from other community centers, emails from neighborhood leaders, and random inquiries from foundations she had never even heard of before. Every note seemed to have the same tone she had ...