At home, the changes were quieter but deeper.
I still worked long days sometimes.
But I wasn’t dragging home bitterness anymore.
I laughed more.
Slept better.
Listened better.
Emily noticed first.
One evening while we loaded the dishwasher, she nudged my hip and said, “You don’t flinch every time your phone buzzes anymore.”
I looked at her.
She was right.
At my old job, every call after hours felt like a demand.
A threat.
Proof that I was never fully off the clock and never fully enough.
Now, when the phone buzzed, it might be work.
But it wasn’t dread.
The girls noticed too.
Claire told me one night that I “looked more here.”
It was such a Claire thing to say.
Precise.
Tender.
Unbearably honest.
She was right too.
I had been physically present before, sure.
On the couch. At the table. In the stands at school events.
