“Ready to go?”
The sound of my father’s voice pulled me from the web of spreadsheets on my laptop. I looked up to see him standing in the doorway of Caspian’s office, a smile gracing his usually stern face. He looked pleased, almost triumphant.
“Where to?” I asked.
“We’re going up to the Everglades,” he announced, the words unexpected.
“To inspect some reservation sites.”
Caspian, who had been leaning against his enormous desk, now straightened, his gaze sweeping over me with a heavy, magnetic intensity.
“We thought we’d show you what we’re doing there, Eloise. Give you a firsthand look at our commitment to conservation.”
"Really? Okay, sure." I was eager to see firsthand what was going on at those sites I had only seen on the maps.
We exited the office. My father led the way as we
