18. Five Copies, Just in Case

The day I walked back into the psych ward and became Kate Speer.

I could not contain my smile as I walked to my truck that afternoon. Beaming brighter than the noonday sun, I kept re-reading the paper copy of my signed employment agreement. I had a job! I had a real job and the papers were proof of it. They were also the result of an unconventional conversation I had had with Bob Drake mere minutes earlier. 

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