He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

— he said, his voice tight. — But I… I don’t know what to do. The audit system keeps breaking. Clients want meetings. Graham is yelling at everyone. He keeps saying you’ll come back.

That last line stunned me. Come back? After nine years of sacrifice, a humiliating dismissal, and insults? No. Those days were gone.

— Trevor, — I said gently. — What you’re continue reading …