Recording to me

Previously

…My phone buzzed. A message from Urtė: "The article will be published tomorrow morning. I'll send you the link. You were brave to share your story." I smiled. Then another message, from Aldonza: "A local school just reached out. They want to partner for the youth track. I told them we'd call back. The future is here, Danguole." I looked at Laura. "We have a lot to do." "We always do." We entered the café. Vytas waved from behind the counter. I ordered two more coffees and opened my notebook. The proposal deadline loomed, but for the first time, I didn't feel like I was chasing a mirage. The windmill was real. And I was ready to climb it.