“You don’t work.”
“I nearly died bringing them home.”
“I know.”
“No, you know it happened. You don’t act like it mattered.”
Ryan grabbed his phone.
“I’m going, Shannon. You haven’t earned a break, and I’m not arguing about it.”
He walked upstairs.
I stood there with Soleil’s bottle in my hand.
“I nearly died bringing them home.”
***
For months, I’d wondered how to make him understand.
That afternoon, I realized he already knew.
He just didn’t care enough to help.
***
The next morning, Ian and Jason pulled into the driveway, honking.
Ryan posed with Luna, then handed her back before she could grab his collar.
“Try not to make me feel guilty while I’m gone,” he said.
I realized he already knew.
