CARLOTTA
I sat at my desk, sipping my tea and staring out the window as I collected my thoughts. I had just finished a series of early morning meetings, and now I had a brief lull before the rest of my day got busy.
As I gazed out the window, my mind began to wander to Dad. I hadn't heard or spoken to him in a while, and I felt a pang of guilt for not reaching out sooner.
I set my tea cup down and picked up my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Sir Edison's number. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should call him now or wait until later. But something about the quiet morning hour felt right, and I decided to go ahead and dial his number.
The phone rang several times before Sir Edison's warm, familiar voice answered. "Ah, Carlotta! It's been far too long. How are
