I smiled sadly.
“Maybe they weren’t supposed to be gone.”
He looked at me.
“Dolly…”
“I don’t want you to hide things from me anymore.”
“I won’t.”
“Even when you’re scared?”
He nodded.
“Especially then.”
Later that night, we stopped at a small diner near our old apartment.
Halfway through dinner, Caleb’s phone buzzed.
He looked at the screen.
His expression changed.
“Work?”
He nodded.
His first instinct was to turn the phone facedown.
Then he stopped.
He looked at me.
“It’s about restructuring.”
“Okay.”
He turned the phone back over.
We read the email together.
Nothing had been decided yet.
There might be layoffs.
There might not.
For once, Caleb didn’t carry the uncertainty alone.
Outside the diner, he slipped the old black shoes onto his feet.Compare Shoes
He took three steps.
Then winced.
“These are terrible.”
I laughed.
“After fifteen years, you finally admit it?”
