an idiot.”
“That seems fair.”
We sat quietly.
Then he said:
“I’m changing jobs.”
I turned.
“What?”
“I haven’t accepted anything.”
“Why?”
“I’ve been thinking about the last year.”
He rested his arms on his knees.
“I kept saying work was the reason I couldn’t come to appointments. Then Mom needed help. Then the business needed help. Everything always had a reason.”
I listened.
“I don’t want Leo growing up learning that love means fitting into whatever space is left after everything else.”
My throat tightened.
“There’s a compliance director
