Don’t let them make you feel small. The fight went out of him all at once. Not because Fitch had won. Just because he was tired in a way that had nothing to do with today, and he had nothing left for this particular battle on this particular morning. His shoulders dropped. He looked down at the folder. Margaret’s handwriting on the tab.
Her careful elastic band. Her whole organized way of moving through a world she’d always understood better than him. He turned toward the door. He got three steps. The front doors slid open. Three men walked in.