The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…A small smile touched her lips. The truest rhythm. Perhaps, just perhaps, that rhythm wasn't found in quarterly reports or market projections. Perhaps it was found in the beautiful, messy, unpredictable chaos of her own home. The executive’s daily ballet was exhausting, exhilarating, and utterly her own. And as she drove home, the city lights twinkling like scattered diamonds, Sarah felt a stirring, a nascent whisper of something new, something that promised to add a different kind of colour to her impeccably ordered life. The curtain, she suspected, was about to rise on a very different kind of performance.