she had done.
Three weeks later, Theresa appeared at my company’s reception desk.
She wasn’t wearing designer jewelry or the oversized sunglasses she usually wore like a crown.
She looked exhausted, fragile, and ten years older.
Paula looked across the room at me. “Do you want security to escort her out?”
I paused. “No. Let her in.”
Theresa entered my office slowly and sat across from me. For the first time since I had known her, she didn’t begin with a demand or passive-aggressive insult.
“Mariana… we had to sell
