Recording to me

Previously

…I turned off the light and lay in the dark. The city hummed outside. Somewhere, in another apartment, Laura was probably still working on the budget. Mr. Kvedaras was preparing his template. Aldonza was writing another poem. We were all moving toward the same goal. And in eleven days, we would know if the world was ready for us. My phone buzzed one last time. Eglė's reply: "I'd love to help. See you Saturday." Ten signatures. We had them.