Fifteen years of being told you don’t understand the world will do that; you start to agree.

Lying on that basement floor, I did not yet know that I was about to be handed a task that would require every scrap of the competence I’d let him convince me I didn’t have.

I only knew I was at the bottom.

What I would learn is that the bottom is, sometimes, the one place solid enough to build from.

A week later, my phone rang, and it was Lachlan.

Chapter 5 — The Airport