That one decision had apparently cost me my job.
Still, when I tried to imagine continuing down the road while she lay there alone, I couldn’t.
I opened my eyes.
My phone was vibrating on the passenger seat.
I expected Gavin.
Instead, it was my ex-wife, Sarah.
I almost didn’t answer.
Then I remembered she was supposed to pick up our daughters after school.
“Hey.”
“Chris?”
Her tone immediately changed.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“You sound terrible.”
“Long morning.”
“Are you sick?”
“No.”
There was a pause.
Then she asked carefully, “Did something happen at work?”
I stared at the office building.
News traveled fast.
“Who told you?”
“Nobody.”
“Sarah.”
“You only use that voice when something’s wrong.”
I rubbed my forehead.
“I got fired.”
Silence.
“What?”
“This morning.”
“Why?”
I almost laughed.
“Because I stopped to help somebody on the way in.”
“What does that mean?”
“There was a woman on the roadside. She collapsed. I stayed until the ambulance came.”
