Valerie knew she needed an income that allowed her to stay home with Polly. She didn’t want to go back to a corporate cubicle.
She started an online shop selling high-end handmade goods. She had always been crafty, and she had a network of talented friends.
The business took off. People were tired of mass-produced junk; they wanted unique, artisanal items for their homes.
Now, seven years later, she was meeting with a national retailer interested in carrying her line. That was why she was back in the city.
“I figured I’d find you here. The next train isn’t for an hour.”
Valerie jumped, spilling her coffee. Dark liquid splashed onto her beige coat.
