“Yes, well, squeezing people means unexpected piles of shit too, so wear boots.” I laughed, the tightness easing in my chest when I did. “Good advice.” “Maisy?” Holding the edge of the door, I turned back to her. “Yeah.” “I just want you to know, the time you’ve spent here with us giving back, working with you after seeing you go through this program yourself—it’s been the highlight of my career.” I crossed the room and hugged her hard one last time. “Thank you, but wipe your eyes and prepare to be here for a good long time. We’re not going down without one hell of a fight.”
