“You have children?”
“Three. Triplets. They’re six.”
He chuckled. “That must keep you busy. And their mother?”
“It’s just me and my mom.”
He nodded knowingly.
“You’re doing important work. Raising good kids—that matters most.”
“I hope so.”
“Where do you live?”
“The dull yellow house near the main road.”
He smiled. “Thank you again, Evan.”
“Goodnight.”
I drove home feeling lighter.
I’d done the right thing.
