“Seventeen people from Travis’s firm,” I admitted. “The Washingtons might be moving their portfolio.”
Janet’s expression shifted into that gentle teacher look reserved for children who confidently give the wrong answer.
“It’s fine,” I rushed to say. “Travis says birthdays are arbitrary constructs.”
Repeating his words, I heard how empty they sounded beneath the fluorescent lights.
“Honey,” Janet said softly, “when was the last time Travis did something just for you? Not networking. Not appearances. Just because it mattered to you?”
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