As I spoke on the phone, my voice carried a mix of anticipation and hope.
"Derrick, it's Isabella Reid," I said into the phone. We had been in contact since the auction but there were times when we would only be able to talk after a few weeks or months. But I knew if I turned to him for advice or help, he would do it without a doubt. As I spoke on the phone, the familiarity of Derrick's name felt like a connection to a trusted ally. While our interactions had been sporadic since our chance meeting at the auction, I had always known that if I needed advice or assistance, Derrick would be there without hesitation. I knew that Derrick's time was precious, and he had his pick of cases to choose from. But I also knew that when he committed to a cause, he did so with unwavering dedication. I a
