Poppy’s brother, Sam, had been stabling their horses since the last stable hand retired earlier that month. Poppy’s family ran the apple orchard neighboring the farm. H CHAPTER 2 annah and Poppy had been best friends since the third grade, when Hannah spent most of her summers at her family’s farmhouse. She didn’t know what her plan was yet, but she knew some changes were about to come her way. With that, Hannah Glenn poured herself a glass of wine and packed. She reached for her purse and rummaged around for her phone. Nothing was going to change until she took a stand. She had broken up with her slacker boyfriend, who was stuck in his college days, with no sign of growth. She had quit a job where she was not appreciated. In the span of two hours, she had blown up her life. He was in a stained hoodie, and his hair looked a couple of days past a wash. “Why aren’t you at work?” He looked at her like his mother had just caught him playing hooky. Her boyfriend, who she had just lent $450 to for rent-not rent they shared because, although he had asked multiple times, he did not live with her. Her boyfriend had just texted her, backing out of a family obligation because he had to work. As she turned the key to her apartment, the dulcet tones of her boyfriend yelling over his gaming headset greeted her. She would spend a couple of weeks riding horses, talking to her best friend, and gaining some perspective. She was going to pack up, head there for a few weeks, and figure out her next step. And if she was honest, she had always felt most at home at her family’s farmhouse upstate, where she was headed. City life had never suited her much, with being a homebody. She made her way home to her walk-up in Brooklyn on a high. She had saved enough money to be okay for a while. She had accepted it but knew people made assumptions about her because of it. She was fat-she had been her entire life. Hannah had never really fit into society’s beauty standards. But when Brittney Williams was promoted after winning a case that Hannah had done most of the work for, she realized it wasn’t about being a woman. She was used to the misogyny growing up in certain culture. When the men around her climbed the ladder faster, she took it in stride. She had the most billable hours, the best record, and was continually overlooked for promotions. She had been working her ass off for the firm. Whatever it was, something inside her shifted. Maybe it was the text from her boyfriend right before the meeting saying he couldn’t make it to her family’s stupid field day tradition. Maybe it was the allnighter she had just pulled. “I am going to need you to put a little more effort in.” Maybe it was the way her boss disregarded her hours of work. Are you listening to me, Hannah?” Roger Glass asked.
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