Recording to me

Previously

…"Thank you for the same." I walked back to the hotel, my phone buzzing with a message from Laura: "How did it go?" I replied: "It was like finding a missing semicolon. Everything makes a little more sense now." She sent back a laughing emoji. "Meet me in the lobby at eight. I have an idea." I smiled, pocketing my phone. The conference had one more day, but something had shifted. I had faced one of my most persistent illusions—the idealized Dulcinea—and found a real person underneath. The quest wasn't over. But for the first time, I felt like I was writing my own code, not just running someone else's. I wondered what Laura's idea was. Whatever it was, I was ready.