CHAPTER 22
Well, there’s always the West Coast, Delaney thought that evening as she listened to the sounds of her coworkers going home. She leaned back in her desk chair and contemplated her office’s ceiling. But why stop at the coast? Why not keep going? There was always China.
China would be an adventure.
Which city? she wondered, noticing this was the part where she would usually whip out her phone and start searching for job postings, but she hadn’t moved. She really had changed—and China would be an adventure, but it wasn’t what she was looking for right now.
“Delaney?” There was a soft knock at her office door as it opened. Camille peeked her head in, black hair a shining wave against her cheek. “You busy?”
Delaney sat up. “Ugh, I should be, but I can’t concentrate.”
“Call it a
