Sleeping for a week wasn’t in the cards for Elizabeth. She tossed and turned and cried. Being in bed by ten p.m. had become a foreign concept. She sat awake watching Highlander until two every night. She’d tried to meet with her father twice, and both times he put her off.
She was supposed to be using the time to figure out her life, but she couldn’t focus. Every day she went into the office and pushed papers around but accomplished nothing. She checked and rechecked her bank balance and began searching for a project of her own.
Maybe striking out with her own company was what she needed. She’d proven, at least to herself, that she could do it. Starting over was a frightening prospect.
When her father called her into his office, she prepared for his verdict. Her mother had started plann
