EMILY FELL INTO BED around midnight, her head spinning from far too much alcohol, and the balls of her feet throbbing from too much dancing. She’d spoken to so many incredible people and met the infamous Nathan Johnson himself. He may have threatened her pro bono work, the very glue that held her life together, but she’d spent the night convincing herself that she’d bring him around to seeing her side.
Everything would be all right.
Emily swatted the snooze button the next morning when the alarm blared at six am. She hated getting out of bed so early, but she had a few things to prepare for before she went to Eleanor’s House to volunteer.
Her arms moved a little slower than usual as she got herself up and went about her normal morning routine. Despite her lethargy, her brain whirled thr
