Morning Monday, May 5th, 2025 High in the sky, Garin was in a crisis meeting with his team. But his mind was on Amina. Not on their long grey conference table awash in papers, poured out and poured through. Two secretaries, Erin and Norma rushed in and out, bringing more files to add to the mess. Mel’s voice rose, sharper than usual. “This is a disastrous… shit… dammit! How could we have missed the signs, Garin? Terry? Ga...

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Morning Thursday May 1st, 2025 Lyrou shouted from bed, "Don’t stay home. At least go in late.” Garin came up the stairs carrying a tray and glass of orange juice. "I’ll go in 24 hours late.” Lyrou patted the comforter down over her lap to make way for the tray as Garin carefully set it; bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy steaming in her face. She took the orange juice from him, the glass cool and wet. “Now you can head in.”...