November came back around.
She noticed it on a Tuesday morning, walking to the subway with her coffee, the particular quality of the air, the cold that was not quite winter but was finished with pretending to be anything else. She stopped on the corner and breathed it in and thought about a year ago. The board meeting. The corridor. Webb and Harlan and the eight to three vote and Damien standing on the pavement watching her cab pull away.
She stood on the corner for a moment just holding it. Not with sadness or difficulty. Just with the specific awareness of someone who understood the distance between a year ago and now and wanted to acknowledge it before the morning moved her past it.
A year.
She had been in the building for fourteen months. She had been in love for eleven of them, co
