Chapter 59 A Gift

• Agnes
• The afternoon sun slanted through the office window, casting long shadows across the wood as I sat at my desk with my pencil in hand. For the first time in the past few days, the sketchbook in front of me wasn’t empty. I’d managed to scrawl a few decent designs across the pages; they were rough, that was for certain, but it was better than nothing.
• I leaned back in my chair, stretching until my spine cracked, and glanced over at the clock. Five minutes until the design department meeting at the end of the day.