There would have been a fight. I would have lost my temper. I would have hurt her. She would have told me to quit my job, again. I was scared I might have had to agree with her. Things were weighing down on me.

I didn’t sleep well that night. I couldn’t rest easy, knowing I’d broken my promise.

The next morning, just as my morning breakfast shake was settling in my stomach, I came and found a letter slid under my door.

It read: