Jenna & Brandon — Betrayal at the Port
I put down the pen.
“My work isn’t a commentary on you.
Not everything I do is about your reputation.”
He didn’t answer for a moment.
Then he asked how the girls were doing.
I told him about Quinn’s reckless attempts to climb the couch and Piper’s fascination with the oven timer.
The conversation became almost pleasant.
When it ended, I realized I hadn’t spent a single minute trying to make him feel better about himself.
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