Postcards

Turns out, my sister was serious about everything she said in that phone call.
The cancer.
The leaving.
The postcards.
So I was already struggling to figure out just what God thought He was doing. And then my boss introduced me to the guy who would be taking over the new project.
My project.
Sure, Owen's hot. And so what if he has the world's most impressive resume? He's not getting my job without a fight.
And my job isn't the only thing I'm not going to surrender.
I'm also not going to let Owen take over my heart.