NICOLE
Walking into the charity’s office makes me feel dizzy because it’s so strange.
For some reason, I feel like I don’t belong in this place anymore. It feels too small. Too unfamiliar. I realize that it’s because I’ve changed a hell of a lot in the last several days.
It might seem impossible to truly change in such a short time, but it’s happened.
I get started on sending the invitations Haley created to everyone who’s a part of Wings of Grace—people who have donated, participated in events before, and anyone else I can think of. Though the funds are still limited and practically nonexistent, I’m pretty confident and optimistic that I’ll manage to make something great for everyone involved.
And if this has to be the last event we ever host, then so be it. I’ve given this char
