At My Mother’s Funeral My Sister Thought She Had Won Until I Opened the Door

Boston for eighteen months after that, which was about a year too long. Every street had a memory stored in it. I hit bottom publicly during a client presentation, lost my train of thought, burst into tears in front of the room, and had to be walked out by a colleague. When a position opened in our Chicago office, I applied the same day.

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