Rick
I sit at my desk and turn my chair towards my bay window. I enjoy the Los Angeles skyline as I listen to Winnie's voicemail. However, instead of saving the message, I listen to it again.
Winnie's distraught.
Am I a prick to feel hopeful?
I miss my sister.
Is this her breaking point? Has she reached her brick wall?
She and Mother are the most stubborn, strong-willed women I've met. Well, until I met Marty.
Now, I save the message and turn to my desk.
I rub the beard I started growing a week ago and think.
It's time to be selfish. I want my little sister back home.
I frown.
Winne needs my help.
She's so stubborn she'd probably live on the streets to spite Mother.
I look around my corner office and wish Winnie could enjoy her own corner office. When we were children, we had
