Goal setting kept LaMesha sane—she counted in her head.
“Just a few more steps.” As she thought about the stairs.
“Just a few more weeks,” as she thought about the Tenebris epidemic.
And then she thought of her career path, “Just a few more years.”
She strode on with conviction and stopped the drag. She forced a march up the stairs. Until she finally reached the 10th-floor hallway. She pushed her room door open and planted her feet on the plush carpet below.
