Ravenport's rainy season arrived earlier than I expected.
When I wheeled my suitcase out of the airport, fine rain slanted through the air, wrapping the city in a blue-gray haze. Lindsay Corbett, the documentary team lead, had driven over to pick me up. She was in her 40s, with neat short hair and a dry, firm handshake.
"Welcome to Ravenport, Ms. Kessler." Lindsay took my suitcase. "The salary advance is already in your account, and the apartment has been cleaned. Take 2 days to rest. You start next Monday."
I nodded. My throat tightened, and I couldn't manage a proper thank-you.
Lindsay didn't ask questions. She only glanced at me in the rearview mirror and said, "No one here knows you. If you want a fresh start, you picked the right place."
The apartment was small, with one bedroom
