Sophie Barnes
More than anything, I felt like a child who was being sent into school for the first time. All alone and without the guardian of a parent or anyone to hold my hands. Just the handle on my suitcase and all the fear of the world laying heavily on my shoulders. I tried to pretend there was a catch to all the cold bites I had on my feet as I walked in my loafers so early in the morning, down the hall and leading down to the elevator. There was not a single scent of Turkey in the air. It was Thanksgiving morning but no one was up with the kind of tension I was feeling at the moment. I sighed heavily. You chose this, Sophie.
I tried to remind myself: if someone else—not me—had said what I just said, I would have thrown a fit at them, discarding all fear of being called a hypocr
