The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…Sarah beamed. The tension in her shoulders eased. The smoky kitchen, the near-disaster, the slightly bewildered family members – it had all coalesced into something unexpected, something real. She had faced the burning casserole, and instead of succumbing to stress, she had found a moment of clarity, a spark of inspiration. The boardroom and the burnt toast, it turned out, were not mutually exclusive. They were two sides of the same, wonderfully messy coin. And she, Sarah, the executive and the accidental poet, was finally beginning to understand how to read the verses written on both.