(Lena)
The meeting ran longer than I expected.
Not in a bad way. Evan was the kind of client who asked questions because he was genuinely interested in the answers, not because he was trying to catch you out, and by the time we finished walking through the final designs I felt good about where everything stood. I had moved through the whole thing without the nausea making a single appearance, which felt like its own small victory.
The only strange moment had been Cora.
Before the meeting started her phone vibrated and she glanced at it quickly. Something shifted in her expression and she told me she wasn't feeling well and needed to leave. She had her bag in her hand before I could ask her anything and was out the door before I could get a proper look at her face.
It was unlike her.
