Jori took me back to the packhouse, and I felt nervous entering the building again, especially with the way we had left last time. As I followed him through the hallways, I felt better as no one took a second glance at me. This time around, I noticed just how lively the packhouse was compared to Mark’s. There were people everywhere, having their own private conversations. There was constant movement with people trying to get somewhere. It felt alive and homely.
Jori led me to an area that looked like a little breakfast nook. The chairs were white with blue cushions. The walls were gray with simplistic decorations. A large window hovered over the little nook, which opened up to a large backyard. I could see children running around, kicking balls or playing tag. The sky was gloomy above the
