Recording to me

Previously

…I typed a new final line: "The quest continues, but I'm no longer riding alone. We're compiling together." I hit publish. Laura's phone pinged with the notification. She read it and smiled. "That's the hook." "That's the hook," I agreed. We walked out of the conference center into the cool Vilnius evening. The sky was a deep blue, fading to orange on the horizon. Tomorrow, I would start planning the first meetup. But tonight, I let myself feel the quiet satisfaction of a chapter closed—and a new one, written in collaboration, just beginning.