Maybe sometimes it came through a hand released at the right time.
A call answered.
A text that asked for nothing but told the truth.
Maybe softness was not weakness at all.
Maybe it was what strength became when it finally found somewhere safe to rest.
Yes, sis. Here is Batch 5: Chapters 13 through 15 for copy and paste.
Danica Vale hated strategy meetings less when people listened to her.
This was unfortunate because it meant she might have to stop pretending she did not care.
She sat in the small sunroom off Silver Crest’s east wing with her tablet open, three color-coded folders on the table, and a half-eaten muffin she had forgotten existed. The morning meeting had gone well. Too well. People had nodded when she spoke. Mrs. Albright had approved her stabilization plan. Darius
