I actually liked it.
He didn’t dismiss my ideas because I was younger.
He didn’t talk over me.
When he disagreed, he explained why.
When he thought I was right, he said so.
By lunchtime, my notebook was filled with measurements, sketches, material suggestions, and corrections.
Andrew closed the folder in front of him.
“We’ll visit the property tomorrow.”
I looked up.
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
He glanced at the architect beside him.
“Structural walkthrough first. Then we’ll review the interior spaces.”
I nodded.
“Alright.”
Everyone began gathering their things.
I stood too.
And then it happened.
A wave of nausea rolled through me.
Suddenly.
Strongly.
I froze.
My stomach twisted.
I swallowed hard.
Not here.
Please.
Not here.
I pressed my lips together.
Andrew looked up.
