![]() ![]() Individual conversations pulled at her concentration, and she fought to block them out. The muggy convention center ballroom overflowed with laughing teenagers and their proud parents. Her tailored suit jacket stuck to her back, the heat still stifling in mid-August despite the air conditioner working overtime. Where was a good tornado to chase when she needed one? She held her smile for the last shot, grasping the microphone so tightly that her hand ached as she stared straight into the camera and fought the urge to run. What were the odds that, out of all the rookie reporters at Tulsa One, she would end up covering the state science competition? ![]() Lauren should have called in sick to work today. “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” Join Lindzee’s newsletter and get free access to exclusive content! You’ll also be the first to hear about new releases, free books, and sales. ![]()
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