The Last Page You'll Read Before the World Gets Bigger

I didn't plan this.Between the Covers was supposed to stay in Canada. That was the vision. That was safe. Build something here, serve the women who need it, keep it honest, keep it real, keep it manageable.And then my best friend called.Lesley. The same Lesley I opened the first-ever performing arts school in the Middle East with, back when we were young and stupid and thought we could change the world with tap shoes and determination. She moved to Marbella a few years ago, and now she's opening a culture hall there, because of course she is. Lesley doesn't do small.She saw what we were building with BTC. The raw storytelling. The refusal to sanitize women's lives. The whole "let's talk about the shit no one else wants to talk about" energy.And she said: "This needs to be in Marbella."I laughed. I think I said something like, "That's insane."And then I thought about it.And I couldn't stop thinking about it.Here's the thing: I spent ten years of my life in the Middle East. I know what it's like to live between cultures, to code-switch, to exist in spaces where people make assumptions about you before you even open your mouth....