Chapter 207: The Mail
SEDONA
The email arrived on a Thursday morning.
I was in the kitchen with my mother, who was making something that involved more pots than the recipe could possibly have required, and I was sitting at the counter with tea I'd been meaning to drink for twenty minutes and a copy of the competition schedule Maria had sent earlier in the week. I'd been going through it the way I went through everything these days—methodically, looking for conflicts, building the picture of what the next few months were going to require from my body and my calendar and my steadily reconstructing sense of what I was capable of.
My phone lit up. A notification from Hendricks and Park.
I put down the schedule.
The email was from Adaeze Hendricks—my attorney, the senior partner, the woma
