“Derek,” she said. “You fired a man for stopping to help me. Do you understand that?”
Derek said nothing.
“Because I’m going to need you to understand that,” she said. “Before we talk about what happens next.”
The air in the lobby had the particular quality of a held breath. Michael looked at the photograph of Lily and thought about the bus stop on Ashford Lane and the wet pine smell of the morning and the way her palm had pressed against the glass and how he had stood there watching the bus pull away thinking there is nobody else.
He thought about what kind of man he wanted to be when she was old enough to know the difference.
Catherine Morrison turned back to him. She looked at the box, at the mug with the painted waterline, at the photo of the small girl with the missing teeth, and the expression on her face was the one his father had sometimes worn when something hard was being confirmed.
“Put it back,” she said.
Michael looked at her.
“Your desk,” she said. “Put it back.”
He stood in the lobby of the Morrison Supply Chain Management building with the rain against the glass and the dead badge in his box and the CEO of the company looking at him with something between exhaustion and resolution, and he understood that the morning had not gone the way either of them had planned.
He set the box down on the receptionist’s desk.
Derek was very quiet.
“My office,” Catherine said, and this part she said to Derek. “Both of you.”
Michael picked up Lily’s photograph and held it as he followed them toward the elevator. He wasn’t sure what was coming. He was sure that whatever it was, he had not had a choice at 7:42 on Route 9, not a real one, not one that would have let him look at himself or his daughter without some cost he didn’t want to pay.
He had stopped. He had helped. He had come to work.
That was the whole of it, and he was prepared to live with what it cost him. He just hadn’t known, when he pulled onto the shoulder, that the cost might not be his to pay.
The elevator doors opened. He stepped inside and watched the lobby compress and then disappear.
Lily would be off the bus at 3:15. He would be there.
He still had a buffer.
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