“How’s the retirement plan?”
“Damon?” she asked. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah,” I said, already typing. “Just Jesse being stupid.”
“All good. Once she’s gone, I’m set.”
I hated myself for two seconds.
Then I locked my phone and acted like two seconds of hate was enough.
***
Three mornings later, Evie dropped a spoon on the kitchen floor.
I turned from the stove. “Evie?”
I hated myself for two seconds.
