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the things he'd inherited from her, why had it had to come in the form of her "save the world" gene?
She snapped herself back to the moment and smiled at her new boss. "It's a great facility, Howard. State-of-the-art. I'm thrilled to be part of the team."
"No more thrilled than we are to have you. I know I've said it before, but your credentials are outstanding."
Lily allowed herself a moment to see her resume from Howard's perspective as the gurney rolled past them and into a trauma room.
Yes, Lily had earned her way to this position starting with her DWB field experience years ago and her subsequent return to school, where she'd earned her master's, and ending with her previous position in Portland, where she'd set up and staffed a cutting-edge trauma unit—the first of its kind in the city.
Howard checked his watch. "Sorry to tour and run, but I've got a meeting. You need anything, you know where to find me."
Lily folded her clipboard against her breast and laughed. "Well, I'm a little uncertain of that at this point, but I'll figure out the topography soon enough."
Rutledge laughed, too. "It is a bit like a rabbit warren, isn't it? Just follow the yellow brick road and you'll be fine. I'll let you get settled in then."
Lily thanked him and, sidestepping another rolling gurney, picked her way back to her office.
Once behind her desk, she let out a deep breath.
"So," she said, looking around the nicely appointed and roomy office that now had her name on the door, "this is home."
At least for a while.
It had taken her several tries to screw up the courage to move to Boston. And finding that courage had nothing to do with her new position. It had to do with the surprise of her life and the eight-month investigation that had led her here.
She'd assured herself it was for Adam's sake that she'd stayed in Portland as long as she had. It was tough enough being a teenager without being uprooted every few years.
It was tough being a mom, too. Tough being a single mom with a secret that could change both hers and Adam's lives forever.
On a deep sigh, she told herself not to think about that now. Not yet.
Instead, she indulged in an uncharacteristic surge of self-pity. Her only child was now at the mercy of strangers halfway around the world. And while her parents had never recovered from the shame of their only daughter having a child without the benefit of a father or a husband and had never been loving, involved grandparents to Adam, they'd had plenty to say about her decision to let him go to Sri Lanka. None of it good.
"He'll be fine," she'd assured them, wishing she could be immune to their lifelong disapproval of her career and life choices.
"He'll be fine," she muttered now, telling herself she needed to get to work familiarizing herself with the filing system.
A dozen other students had accompanied Adam, along with qualified student sponsors. She'd personally researched the summer youth exchange program and knew it was credible and safe. Just like she'd thoroughly researched Sri Lanka.
Her globe now wore the imprint of her thumb over the island country that lay just off the southeast tip of India. She'd also checked world weather forecasts. It was not storm season in Sri Lanka. And although earthquake activity could not be accurately predicted, there were no indications that another tsunami was anticipated. As for the political climate, while it could be dicey, Colombo, where Adam's host family lived, was far away from any hostile activity that might break out between the Sinhalese government and the Tamil rebels, who liked to stir up trouble. She'd made sure of that, too. He would be staying with a wonderful host family—she'd spoken with the Muhandiramalas twice on the phone—and Lord knew, Adam's experience on this humanitarian mission would be life altering.
Then there was Adam's take on the situation. As he
She snapped herself back to the moment and smiled at her new boss. "It's a great facility, Howard. State-of-the-art. I'm thrilled to be part of the team."
"No more thrilled than we are to have you. I know I've said it before, but your credentials are outstanding."
Lily allowed herself a moment to see her resume from Howard's perspective as the gurney rolled past them and into a trauma room.
Yes, Lily had earned her way to this position starting with her DWB field experience years ago and her subsequent return to school, where she'd earned her master's, and ending with her previous position in Portland, where she'd set up and staffed a cutting-edge trauma unit—the first of its kind in the city.
Howard checked his watch. "Sorry to tour and run, but I've got a meeting. You need anything, you know where to find me."
Lily folded her clipboard against her breast and laughed. "Well, I'm a little uncertain of that at this point, but I'll figure out the topography soon enough."
Rutledge laughed, too. "It is a bit like a rabbit warren, isn't it? Just follow the yellow brick road and you'll be fine. I'll let you get settled in then."
Lily thanked him and, sidestepping another rolling gurney, picked her way back to her office.
Once behind her desk, she let out a deep breath.
"So," she said, looking around the nicely appointed and roomy office that now had her name on the door, "this is home."
At least for a while.
It had taken her several tries to screw up the courage to move to Boston. And finding that courage had nothing to do with her new position. It had to do with the surprise of her life and the eight-month investigation that had led her here.
She'd assured herself it was for Adam's sake that she'd stayed in Portland as long as she had. It was tough enough being a teenager without being uprooted every few years.
It was tough being a mom, too. Tough being a single mom with a secret that could change both hers and Adam's lives forever.
On a deep sigh, she told herself not to think about that now. Not yet.
Instead, she indulged in an uncharacteristic surge of self-pity. Her only child was now at the mercy of strangers halfway around the world. And while her parents had never recovered from the shame of their only daughter having a child without the benefit of a father or a husband and had never been loving, involved grandparents to Adam, they'd had plenty to say about her decision to let him go to Sri Lanka. None of it good.
"He'll be fine," she'd assured them, wishing she could be immune to their lifelong disapproval of her career and life choices.
"He'll be fine," she muttered now, telling herself she needed to get to work familiarizing herself with the filing system.
A dozen other students had accompanied Adam, along with qualified student sponsors. She'd personally researched the summer youth exchange program and knew it was credible and safe. Just like she'd thoroughly researched Sri Lanka.
Her globe now wore the imprint of her thumb over the island country that lay just off the southeast tip of India. She'd also checked world weather forecasts. It was not storm season in Sri Lanka. And although earthquake activity could not be accurately predicted, there were no indications that another tsunami was anticipated. As for the political climate, while it could be dicey, Colombo, where Adam's host family lived, was far away from any hostile activity that might break out between the Sinhalese government and the Tamil rebels, who liked to stir up trouble. She'd made sure of that, too. He would be staying with a wonderful host family—she'd spoken with the Muhandiramalas twice on the phone—and Lord knew, Adam's experience on this humanitarian mission would be life altering.
Then there was Adam's take on the situation. As he
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