When Loyalty Crumbles
ld think about was seeing my wife, Jenny. A year is a long time. I spent it overseeing the biggest p
scanning the crowd for her face. I saw her standing near the b
ing wa
a curve it didn't have when I left. It was a round,
t. At least fiv
ed towards her, my carry-on bag sudden
d, her voice a l
to say, my voice ho
up in her eyes instantly, as if s
we need
up in, the city I chose over a life of immense wealth in New York, felt alien. Our ho
e finally
e sobbed, sinkin
o was always hanging around, the one
came out like a
ors said it was almost impossible for him.
process the logic. It was
t about us, Jenny? Wh
raise the baby together. It's a sacrifice, yes, but think of it as me finally repaying my debt to h
recognize her. She wasn't talking about a betrayal. She was talking about a bus
. That' s what mattered to
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