Chapter 6

My design studio occupied a renovated brick building downtown. By Tuesday afternoon, I was back at my drafting table, trying to finish a set of plans. A set of blueprints covered the table, and I held a red pen above the electrical plan. I was trying to focus. I really was. But my phone was sitting on the edge of the desk. The screen kept lighting up. Missed Call: Nolan. Missed Call: Nolan. Text: Talia, we need to talk. Where are you? I picked up the phone. I pressed the power button...