Mocked At The Graveside — I Smiled Because The Truth Was Already In Motion

the top drawer of her desk on the fifty-third floor, in the office where, seven months ago, she had sat in thrift store heels feeling like an impostor while twelve strangers rose to their feet for her.

She read it when she doubted herself, which was more often than she would have admitted to anyone but Richard.

Eleanor, you are not irrelevant. You never continue reading …