It would carry us for a while.
Still, that fear sat down in my chest and refused to leave.
I looked around the kitchen at the cereal bowls in the sink, the school art on the fridge, the grocery coupons clipped in a little stack by the fruit basket.
Everything ordinary suddenly looked fragile.
Emily reached across the table and covered my hand with hers.
“We will be okay.”
I nodded because she needed me to.
But inside, I felt like the floor had fallen out.
To understand why getting fired hit me the way it did, you have to understand something about me.
I wasn’t one of those guys who stumbled into a job because it was available.
I loved marketing.
Not in the fake, shiny, buzzword way people say they love things when they really mean they tolerate them.
I mean I genuinely loved it.
The puzzle of people.
