“Sir, I can explain…” Elon started to mumble. Mr. Carter lifted a hand gently.
“You won’t be let go, Elon. You have a wife and a daughter depending on you. But you will need to learn what responsibility actually looks like.”
Elon stayed quiet.
Mrs. Carter turned to me then, her tone softer. I hesitated before answering.
“Months.”
Mrs. Carter nodded slowly. “I work with women who are re-entering the workforce… especially mothers.”
I looked at her, unsure where this was going.
“Would you consider coming in to speak with us, Regina?” she then asked. I blinked. “I haven’t worked in years, Mrs.
Carter.”
She smiled gently. “That doesn’t mean you haven’t been working.”
And something about that landed in a place I didn’t expect. For the first time that night, I wasn’t being overlooked… I was being seen.
I looked at her. “I’d like to come in,” I finally said. Mrs.
Carter rose along with her husband and smiled. “Good. Why don’t you come in this Monday?
I’ll have someone set up a time for you.”
“I’ll be there,” I replied softly. For once, Elon didn’t interrupt or add anything. He just sat there, stunned and defeated.
I slid the folder back into my bag, pushed my chair back, and walked out of the restaurant without looking at Elon. He followed me quickly. “Reggie, this got out of hand, but we’ll fix it…” he said.
I stopped and turned to him. “What needs fixing isn’t the situation. It’s the way you stopped caring about the people who should’ve come first.”
Elon frowned.
“Reggie… I’m sorry. I…”
“You made your choice tonight,” I went on. “I’m making mine.”
And I walked away, raising my hand for a cab before my husband could say another word.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was adjusting myself to keep the peace. Later that night, I sat beside Emma. She was asleep, her hand small in mine, her breathing steady and soft.
I looked at her and thought about everything I had been trying to protect, and everything I had been holding together quietly without asking for help. A big part of what I had been saving was gone. But something else had taken its place: a way forward.
One that didn’t depend on Elon. I brushed my thumb gently across Emma’s hand and leaned closer.
