Thankfully the first part of Parker’s day had kept her on the run, so most of the kinks got worked out. By lunchtime, however, she was running on fumes and ready for a breather. With the site now totally cleared and the initial construction process underway, she headed for the Herald across the square. “Hey, Doris.” There was no way Parker could stop herself from looking around the paper’s front room in search of Chandler, only to inwardly eye-roll at how deflated the world became when she didn’t see him. She was so ridiculous, acting like a swoony teen suffering her first crush. “What’s the verdict? I’ve been dying to know what’s in the time capsule ever since Chandler picked it up this morning.” The office manager shot a baleful glance at the open door to Chandler’s office. “You and every other person in Bitterthorn. Don’t get me wrong, I love it whenever this berg comes up with something that’s genuinely newsworthy.
