I Left a “Good Man” When I Realized I Was His Life Manager

I finally felt the full cruelty of the timing.

He could do it.

He just waited until I was leaving.

He watched me burn for twelve years and only reached for a fire extinguisher when the smoke started inconveniencing him.

I set the binder down gently.

“Mike,” I said, voice shaking, “this is… this is what I needed. Years ago.”

He nodded eagerly. “I know. I continue reading …