PART 2 — THE WOMAN I SAVED CAME BACK FOR ME
For nearly twenty minutes after Gavin fired me, I sat inside my car with both hands locked around the steering wheel and stared straight ahead.
People walked past the windshield carrying coffee, laughing into phones, hurrying toward meetings that still mattered.
Mine didn’t anymore.
Four years of my life had just been erased in less than five minutes.
No warning.
No severance discussion.
No conversation about everything I had done for the agency.
Just one sentence.
Pack up your things. You’re done here.
The words kept circling in my head.
I leaned back and closed my eyes.
Immediately, I saw the woman again.
She had been standing beside a dark sedan on Route 18, one hand gripping the open driver’s door while the other pressed against her chest.
At first, I thought she was looking for something.
