Crisp morning air saturates my face as I exist the terrorist threatened State Department headquarters.
I must get out of here!
Brushing gently across the back of my right shoulder, a soft hand jerks me out of my head.
“Where are we supposed to go?” my friend and fellow Presidential Management Fellow, Sarah, asks, as if I have an answer.
Why would I have an answer? I don’t know what’s going on!Read More