I had called it a little job because that was what Grant called it.

A former client wrote to ask whether I would take on a new project supervising junior editors.

I read the request at least four times.

It meant more responsibility and a schedule that would require planning, but the work was interesting and the fee was fair.

My first instinct was to worry what Grant would think.

I sat with that thought until it seemed almost comical.

We no longer shared a household, and my capacity to accept professional work had never properly belonged to his approval.