The moment we pulled up in front of the large packhouse, it was not quite as I had remembered from my dream, but the pack was beautiful. I was taken aback by how many other cars beside our own were lined up in the parking area in front of the large building, and instantly nerves flooded by body. Was I walking into a wedding again? Why else would there be so many people here?
I looked to my mother, but she was already opening the car door and stepping out. Not one of them was ready to check that I was okay. All of them seemed focused upon the deal in hand. But as I edged toward the door the driver turned to look at me and offered me a sympathetic smile. ‘Good luck, Lena. I hope it goes okay for you. Whatever the outcome may be.’ He mindlinked, as I slid down from the seat out of the car.
