From the Back Row to the Corner Office: How One Woman Turned Her Deepest Wound Into Her Greatest Strength

in the back row, where she always sat. Quiet. Serious. Doing what she had learned to do in that particular school — make herself as small as possible and hope the day passed without incident.

Mark sat behind her.

He was the kind of teenager that small towns produce and then spend years celebrating. Broad-shouldered, loud, easy with a grin. The sort of continue reading …