Chapter Twenty-seven AvaAs terrified as I am for the meeting with Roland and my staff tonight, there’s a much tougher, infinitely more nerve-wracking meeting I have to get through first. The one with my dad.
How do I go about telling my father that, after he handed his life’s work over to me, I’ve let it fall to pieces? There’s no way he can be totally blindsided—he ran the factory for decades, after all. He knows the budgets back and forth, and as much as I have tried to hide my stress, I know he’s seen me practically pulling my hair out over every new disaster.
Somehow, we’ve made it this far without having to have a real discussion about the state of things at the plant. But there’s no avoiding it anymore. As I descend the stairs to the den, I repeat over and over again in my head tha
