I went home that night after stopping by the diner to officially quit my job. “I’m Going to DC.” is what I keep telling myself. But really, this isn’t about working for the FBI. Part of me hopes that I’ll find my mom this way. Maybe I’ll get to solve her case….
I walked through the door and my poor Nonna was worrying her head off. I just went at it. I told her that I quit my job, and she looked disappointed. I told her that I don’t need a new one because I’ll be joining this new Program in DC and I saw her heart break at that instant. I’ll miss her so much.