James.
A week had passed since I had first started looking over all of the paperwork that Ronaldo and his father had in regard to the import business. I wasn't exactly sure what they were expecting, but after doing much research and digging into everything, I was able to come up with a plan of action to make sure that they were profiting like they wanted to be.
Every day, though, my brain constantly wandered back to Becca and my daughter wondering if now was the opportunity to let her know that I was still alive. I wanted to get back to her, I wanted to talk to her, and no matter how many times I tried to reach out to Neil, he was unavailable or unwilling to take my call.
