The following Wednesday, Rosa found me standing in the kitchen beside two dirty coffee mugs.
“Should I get those?” she asked.
I looked at them.
Then shook my head.
“Leave them.”
She smiled.
My phone rang.
It was the hiring team asking me back for a final interview.
“Friday works,” I said.
After I hung up, Rosa lifted an eyebrow.
“Good news?”
“I don’t know yet.”
And for once, I was completely fine with not knowing.
The house was messy.
My marriage was uncertain.
My future hadn’t been decided.
But the next decision belonged to me.
That was enough to begin.
