Yes. You were supposed to keep driving.
Emily listened without interrupting, one hand over her mouth.
When I finished, she sat down across from me and stared at the table for a moment.
Then she looked up.
“You did the right thing.”
I laughed, but there was no humor in it.
“The right thing got me fired.”
“No,” she said quietly. “A cruel man fired you. That’s not the same thing.”
I wanted to believe her.
I really did.
But there’s a special kind of fear that settles into a man when he has children and suddenly sees how thin the line is between being okay and not okay.
I had some savings.
Not a fortune, but enough.
An emergency fund Emily and I had built a little at a time by skipping vacations, driving older cars, saying no to things we wanted so we could say yes to the things we needed.
