And that day came sooner than I expected.
Two years ago, Daniel came home one evening with Amanda and a few of his colleagues. I had just wrapped up a long day at the studio, but I still served them coffee and snacks. As they sat in the living room, I overheard Amanda laugh and say, “Honestly, Daniel, when are you going to stop carrying her? Everyone knows she contributes nothing.”
I froze, coffee tray in hand.
Instead of defending me, Daniel chuckled. “She’s right,” he said. “But hey, at least she looks good on my arm.”
The group laughed.
