about to be reopened with a vengeance. My father wasn’t just a lawyer. He was a man who viewed my independence as a personal insult to his authority.
If he couldn’t own my success, he would ensure I didn’t have any. I walked back to Dr. Bennett’s office, my journals heavy in my arms. I had survived the 4:00 a.m. shifts and the 4-hour sleep cycles, but continue reading …
