He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

this one from a major client. The subject line read: URGENT – Requesting Continuity with Fiorina Miles.

I stared at it, my heartbeat steady and sure. My story with Brixell wasn’t over. But the next chapter would be written entirely on my terms.

The morning I left Italy, the sky over Naples was washed in pink and gold—too gentle, too peaceful for the continue reading …