Her dreams and goals were simple and few. As a former army brat, Morgan Albright spent her childhood moving across countries and continents. Her roots, directed by her father’s work, grew short and shallow to allow for quick transplanting. From base to base, from house to house, state to state, country to country for her first fourteen years, before her parents divorced.
She’d never had a choice.
For the three years following the divorce, her mother had pulled her from place to place. A small town here, a big city there, looking for . . . Morgan had never been sure.
At seventeen, closing in on eighteen, she’d dug those roots up herself to plant at college. And there she’d explored those goals and dreams and choices.
She studied hard, focused in on a double major. Business and hospitality—choices that led directly to her dream.
Planting herself. Her own home, her own business.
Her own.
She studied maps, neighborhoods, climate, while narrowing her choices on just where to plant those roots once she’d earned those degrees. She wanted neighborhood, maybe old and established, close to shops, restaurants, bars—people.
And one day she’d not only own her own home, but her own bar.
Simple goals.
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