Thursday starts the way most Thursdays do.
Ordinary. Unremarkable. The kind of day that gives no warning about what it is planning.
I leave my studio at two in the afternoon for the client meeting, a redesign consultation for a small hotel on the east side of the city. The brief is interesting. The client is warm. The meeting runs forty minutes longer than expected, which is fine, which is good actually, because it means they like what I bring and want more of it. I leave their building feeling the specific quiet satisfaction that comes from work going exactly the way you hope it will.
I check my phone. Three texts from Mia asking how the Vanessa situation is. One from Victor about a Saturday event. One from Adrian, just two words: Dinner tonight?
I smile at my phone like an i***t on a
