CHAPTER SIX
By the following November, Sarah had graduated with honors and was almost two months into her new entry-level job as an inventory accountant. While the pay was infinitely better than the wage she’d made working part-time at the bookstore, it was also already obvious to her that writing would be the only thing that kept her from being completely bored to death.
She was frowning as she reviewed the prior week’s reconciliations from the company’s Denver branch on a typical Monday morning. Then her cell phone rang, and Sarah’s mood lightened to hear Karli’s voice.
“Hey, you,” she said. “What’s up?”
“Not much,” Karli sighed. “I was gonna ask – Are you going anywhere for Thanksgiving?”
“No. Our office is only closed Thanksgiving Day, and I don’t have any paid time off built up y
