#Chapter 34 Only Heat Matters

DORIS First thing in the morning before work, I spent time writing more emails to the New York City building department. It was an exercise in frustration. My mentor Kate gave me a few more leads. I also called the three real estate possibilities that I was sure would be signed contracts by now. Unfortunately, none of those couples answered my calls. I spent the afternoon working my butt off for Heritage Properties, but nothing panned out. I visited Mia for a few minutes after work. Even though she was her wonderful, cheery seven-year-old self, I had to admit my mind was elsewhere. I made myself pay attention to Mia, knowing that her father was often distracted and her real mother had been absent her whole life. I left as soon as Mia finished telling me about her day. Then I went to visit Noah. I had to admit I felt good about moving him to the private wing of the hospital with his own private, upgraded bedroom. It was evident in this