don’t disappear for six weeks because a deal changes.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“You used to.”
“I didn’t have children.”
“You had people who loved you.”
There was no anger in her voice.
Just truth.
I looked away.
That afternoon, I experienced my first real lesson in consistency.
Luke woke from his nap determined to build a snowman.
I had a video conference scheduled with Merritt’s integration team.
The old reflex happened immediately.
Meeting first.
Snowman later.
Then Luke appeared wearing a hat two sizes too large and one mitten.
“Ready?”
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