• Friday, January 9
I grip the steering wheel nervously as I drive to Steve’s house. He’s throwing a party for everyone who has worked so hard on Phoenix and Unicorn, inviting people from both the business and IT. The roads are uncharacteristically icy, with no melting even after weeks of sunshine. It was treacherous enough that Paige and I decided to stay at home for New Year’s Eve instead of celebrating with her family as we usually do.
It’s been over a month since that last meeting with Steve and Sarah. We haven’t seen much of Sarah since then.
As I’m driving, I contemplate how quiet it’s been. I keep expecting someone to call in another Sev 1 incident. Instead, my phone just sits in the cup holder, completely silent—like yesterday—and ...