Chapter 38He was straightening his tie in a decorative mirror when he heard Hope call his name. His attire was hand-selected for the second—and hopefully final—in-person interview for a receptionist position at a lovely office building forty minutes to the south, near the border with Virginia. They loved him last time, and he felt really good about it. Still, with more than three hours until the meeting time, Dakota was already incredibly nervous.
Walking over to the stairway, he looked down to see his sister. “What’s up?”
“That guy you were dating. He was black, right?”
Taken by surprise, Dakota wasn’t sure how to respond to that, or why on Earth she would ask such a question, particularly now. “What?” he asked eventually. “Uh, yeah. Does it matter?”
She cleared her throat and shifted
