EPILOGUE PENELOPE
“Good morning, Penelope!”
My coworker Reagan waves to me from her cubicle as I walk past her on my way to my corner desk. I wiggle my fingers back, shooting her the brightest smile I can muster at seven in the morning. Because despite all my efforts, I’m still not a morning person.
It never fails to surprise me how early she gets to the office every day, and how she manages to have so much energy before she’s even finished her coffee. Still, her cheerful smile is the best way to start a busy workday. Which, according to the very full calendar on my phone, today is shaping up to be.
“Morning, Reagan. Happy Friday.”
I shrug out of my wool pea coat and hang it on the hook next to my desk, then slip out of my snow boots and swap them for the sensible flats I have tucked
