I saw fear.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“About what?”
“The Slack message.”
“Oh.”
I laid the sweater in its box.
“That.”
“Yes, that.”
“You received it, then.”
“Five hundred employees received it.”
“More than five hundred, technically.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing.”
He advanced another step.
“You humiliated me in front of my entire company.”
That was his first concern: his embarrassment. Not why I had left, whether I was hurting, or whether we could speak. Certainly not an apology. After three years, his priorities were painfully
