onto my expensive coat.
“Damon?” someone said in my ear.
“Yes.”
“What do you think?”
I looked at the lopsided snowman in front of me.
“Keep the existing clinical engineering team intact for at least twelve months. They know the platform better than we do.”
“Agreed.”
Luke tugged my sleeve.
“We need a carrot.”
I muted myself.
“Critical issue,” I told him.
He nodded solemnly.
It occurred to me that perhaps life had never demanded that I choose one world entirely over another.
Perhaps I simply had never learned to
