several business transactions.
Drew’s company was required to correct reporting procedures and resolve several financial disputes.
I read the email once.
Then closed it.
I didn’t celebrate.
There was no champagne.
No victory call.
No desire to contact him.
In the kitchen, Caleb was making pancakes while Maisie sat at the counter in strawberry-covered pajamas.
“Mommy, look!”
She held up a pancake.
It looked vaguely like a rabbit.
Caleb frowned.
“It was supposed to be a heart.”
I laughed.
“That is absolutely a rabbit.”
He pointed the spatula at me.
