He wrote that he was completely ready to start applying for full-time jobs on Monday morning, but he couldn’t send a single application without a stable connection.

He added that he was taking charge of his career for the sake of the household.

I looked down at the text and read it twice to make sure I hadn’t gotten the amount wrong.

Ninety-five dollars, nothing more.

Two weeks before, he’d sat on the sofa unboxing a nine-hundred-dollar graphics card while I stood in the doorway holding an overdue water bill.

He hadn’t said anything about a job application back then.