She told me about a conversation she’d had with Gabriel, how he’d apologized again and was implementing new policies for shift coverage.
“It’s like a whole new work environment,” she said, her eyes shining.
“I actually enjoyed going to work today.” I pulled her into a hug, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “I’m so happy for you, babe.
You deserve this.”
That night, as we got ready for bed, I noticed a peace in Mira’s movements that had been missing for months. No more tension in her shoulders, no more worried frown as she set her alarm.
One morning, about a week later, I woke up to find Mira still in bed at 7:30.
She was snuggled close to me, my arm draped over her waist.
I opened one eye, hardly daring to believe it. “No call?” I mumbled.
“No call,” she confirmed, a smile in her voice. I grinned, pulling her closer.
“Looks like our plan worked.” Mira laughed, sounding happier than she had in weeks.
“It sure did. Now, how about some pancakes?”
As we sat down for breakfast, just like old times, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly proud of Mira.
She’d faced a difficult situation head-on and come out stronger for it. And I was grateful that I’d been able to support her through it all.
Sometimes, you have to take a stand to make things right.
And being there to support the person you love through it all?
That makes all the difference in the world.
