It was exhausting. Rewarding. Terrifying.
But she refused to give up.
She thought about Lori—about the way she had stood by Attia, the way she had fought for their love, the way she had walked away from everything she had ever known. If Lori could do that, Iva could do this.
She could help others find the same happiness.
One night, Caleb found her in the library, surrounded by stacks of files and papers.
"You should sleep," he said, his voice gentle.
Iva looked up, her eyes tired but determined.
"I can't," she said. "There's too much to do."
Caleb crossed the room and knelt beside her chair.
"Lori would not want you to destroy yourself over this," he said softly. "She would want you to take care of yourself."
Iva's eyes filled with tears.
"I miss her," she admitted. "So much."
