Frey’s POV | Chicago, Evening
Later that evening, after the meeting with the board, I called Catherine to meet me. It rained all day, although it had subsided, the streets still shimmered like wet glass, mirroring the glow of streetlights and the weight I carried behind the wheel. The city hummed around me, honks, passing sirens, voices swallowed by distance, but inside the car, everything was still.
Catherine sat in the passenger seat beside me, arms folded tightly over her coat, the tip of her nose red from the cold. She hadn’t said much since she stepped in. She just looked ahead like she was bracing for bad news.
I tapped the steering wheel, trying to find the right words. “The board meeting happened this afternoon.”
She glanced at me. “And?”
I exhaled. “They want me to take over.
