help as something she could assign and correct. Understanding the first part didn’t require me to accept the second.
I thought about Daniel more often. When he was young, I’d rearranged my part-time work around his needs because he was my child. Perhaps I’d never made it clear enough that the arrangement ended when he became an adult with children of his own. Or perhaps he enjoyed the convenience and avoided looking at what it cost me.
We found some ordinary conversations again. He told me about a client project,
