PRESENT DAY
PRESENT DAY2 ½ YEARS LATER
2 ½ YEARS LATERAlthough the pollen tends to coat the hood of my car, I love late spring, right before summer. I always find something special about the grass and flowers coming out of hibernation after a long, brisk winter. Just another reminder that the seasons are changing and days are passing. Pretty soon, outside will feel like an inferno, so I try to enjoy the warm mornings while it’s still bearable.
After I grab my book and walk inside the goat soap warehouse where I work, my boss, Harper, greets me with a smile. She also gives me her signature good morning expression, but she looks exhausted while chugging coffee from her “Boss Mom” thermos.
“Rough night?” I ask, noticing the wild strands of hair that aren’t quite in her ponytail.
“You hav
