test.”
“I don’t.”
“Don’t turn getting a job into evidence you’ve changed enough to deserve me.”
He lowered his gaze.
“I understand.”
“I hope you do change. For yourself. For whoever comes after me.”
His expression tightened.
“But your redemption isn’t my responsibility.”
We sat silently for several moments.
Eventually, he spoke.
“I lost you.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
He seemed confused.
“You didn’t lose me like somebody loses a wallet. You made decisions. I made one too.”
He nodded.
The next morning, we attended a meeting with our
