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Work. That was the answer, always. I lost myself in it. I let the sound of my phone and the sharp click of Marin’s heels override anything that resembled a personal life. Legal pads covered the desk. The petition was growing teeth. Every day, another update from Marin: deadlines, statements, technicalities I was supposed to care about but couldn’t.
“They are pushing for another records request,” she said as she flipped through her binder. “Water tables, traffic models, proof of prior community meetings. It’s nothing you can’t handle, but I will need your signature by noon,” I nodded and signed without reading. My chest was tight, and the room was too warm, or maybe it was just my skin. “We will bury them in paperwork,” Marin continued, her voice calm and professional. “That’s w
