Chapter 175 Forgetting

• Agnes
• I arrived at the office earlier than usual the next morning, my mind already racing with the plans I’d formulated during my restless night. Sleep had been impossible—every time I closed my eyes, I saw those tiny bones illuminated by flashlights. So instead, I’d channeled my grief and anxiety into something productive. Something that might help others.
• Maria was already there, sorting through fabric swatches for the summer line. She looked up in surprise when I burst through the door, still buttoning my blazer.