THE SECOND TRUTH
The first rays of the sun were just touching the treetops as Julie pulled into the visitor’s parking section at the construction site. Grabbing her coffee from the cup holder, she stepped out of her car and waited as several large pickup trucks rumbled past. Looking out across the site, she could see cranes in motion lifting lengths of steel up to the highest floors of the half-finished building. At ground level, bulldozers were smoothing out a space that she thought might one day be a parking lot, and she saw the building interior light up from the sparks of the welders’ torches. It was 7 a.m., and while her own workday wouldn’t start for a couple hours, things here were well under way.
Crossing the lot, Julie followed the ...