Good.
I didn’t want revenge through my daughter.
Near the end, she asked, “What outcome are you hoping for, Madeline?”
I had no answer.
I knew what Sophie needed, which bills were due, and what Elon liked for dinner.
“What outcome are you hoping for, Madeline?”
I hadn’t asked what I wanted in months.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Then don’t choose from panic. Get your information first.”
That stayed with me.
Two nights later, I told Elon I’d confirmed my return to work.
He looked up from his phone.
“Get your information first.”
“You already decided?”
“I always planned to go back.”
“I thought we were still discussing it.”
“We discussed it. I listened. Then I made my decision.”
His expression tightened.
“And Sophie?”
“We’ll arrange childcare.”
“You don’t need to do this, Maddie.”
“I want to work.”
