Then she made this sound that was half gasp, half sob.
“Oh my God.”
“He hired me. Senior outreach strategist. Better pay. Benefits. Everything.”
I heard a cabinet door slam in the background.
Then Claire asking, “Mom?”
Then Emily again, voice shaking.
“I knew it. I knew it.”
“No, you hoped it.”
“I knew it anyway.”
I rested my forehead against the steering wheel.
“It’s real.”
“I’m proud of you.”
Those four words hit me straight in the chest.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You stopped,” she said. “That was everything.”
We got takeout that night.
Cheap burgers and fries and milkshakes for the girls because even though we had spent years being careful with money, celebration still mattered.
Claire wanted to know if “senior strategist” meant I got to tell other adults what to do.
Maddie asked if my new office had candy.
Emily kept looking at me like she still couldn’t quite believe I was sitting there.
