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Spring Day

Spring

I look at myself in the mirror to fluff and finger comb my hair for the sixth time. It's gotten long again and I'm starting to miss the chin-length bob I sported a couple of years ago. It'd be more practical, considering I barely have enough time to blow dry it in the morning. And if today weren't such an important day, it'd be pulled back in the same ponytail that's become my go-to style. However, I have to look my best, meaning I'm in a sleek, almost sexy pantsuit that Rocky picked out and my hair is curled and styled. Shane even insisted he do my makeup, opting for plum hues over my eyes to match the color of my suit. I honestly haven't looked this put together in a while. Not that I've let myself go, or anything like that. I'm just busier. And my priorities are vastly different from what they used to be.

Running a learning center for at-risk youth in Los Angeles isn't easy or cheap. So that's why we rely on donations from a variety of benefactors to help keep us afloat. All week long we've been courting potential donors in hopes of attracting some genuine interest in what we do to foster a healthy, safe learning environment for our kids, and since most, if not all, of them have been abused, neglected, and/or bullied, we have to be very choosy about whose money we take. Some were only interested in using the kids to bolster their own image. Others really had no interest in them at all and just needed a tax break. And then there were a couple that seemed a little too interested in me.

I heave out a sigh and smooth down my blazer over my hips. We're running out of options and if we don't get some financial backing, I'm not sure how long we'll be able to stay afloat. And so many of our kids need this place. It's been a safe haven for them. And for me.

"You can do this, Violet," I mumble to myself, trying to steel my nerves. "You're going to be engaging and knowledgable. They're going to believe in those kids and what we do here. And then they're going to write us a big, fat check. You can do this."

I nod once, putting the proverbial period on my declaration, and then I turn away from my small, office mirror and go back to my desk to make sure I have all the paperwork I need for the meeting. Just as I'm rereading our past year's financial report, something tugs at my heart, compelling me to stop what I'm doing. I know this feeling well. It's been a constant in my life for two years.

Longing.

I open the top drawer of my desk and pull out the small photo that I keep stashed there for good luck. I smile down at their beautiful, dazzling faces, hoping to draw some confidence that will carry me through this meeting. It's a fairly recent photo—one that was taken at their first interview and photoshoot since their enlistment ended. The photos were posted online and while each was gorgeous, I chose one in particular to print. It's just the seven of them, laughing, looking at each other in amusement. Their naturally dark hair was still a bit short but they look happy to be together again. And that makes me happy.