The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

The next day, I made a single phone call that would change everything.

“Dave? It’s Audrey. I need the full crew and every truck you’ve got. Complete site decommission. I’m talking about everything—down to the last light bulb and door handle. Can you be ready by Saturday morning?”

Dave had been my lead foreman for five years. He’d overseen dozens of high-end continue reading …