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I knew Evelyn’s recommendation might get me in the room.

But if I stayed in that room, it would have to be because I deserved to.

That mattered to me more than I can explain.

I didn’t want charity.

I didn’t want gratitude dressed up as opportunity.

I wanted a fair look.

A real shot.

At one-thirty, Emily walked me to the door.

She straightened my tie like she used to when we were younger and broke and convinced love could outwork anything.

“You are good at what you do,” she said.

“I know.”

“You are a decent man.”

“I’m trying.”

She smiled.

“That’s usually what decent men say.”

I kissed her.

Then I knelt and hugged both girls, who were already arguing over crayons at the coffee table.

“Where are you going, Daddy?” Maddie asked.

“To a meeting.”

“Is it a good meeting?”

I thought about that.