By the time we hung up, I felt steadier.
Monday at work brought a surprise visitor.
Jennifer showed up during my afternoon break, looking uncomfortable in the hospital waiting area.
“Can we talk?” she asked.
We went to the cafeteria. She bought coffee for both of us, which felt like a peace offering.
“I wanted to apologize,” she said. “For what happened at the Beastro. That got ugly.”
“It did,” I agreed.
“For what it’s worth,” she said, “I think you were right about most of it.”
“Most of it.”
She wrapped her hands around the coffee cup.
“I’ve been with Jeffrey for two years,” she said. “In that time, I’ve heard probably a hundred comments about you. How you wasted your potential, how you chose wrong, how you’ll never amount to much.”
“And I went along with it because I didn’t know you well enough to question the narrative.”
She took a breath.
“And now… now I realize I’m engaged to someone who thinks success is the only measure of worth.”
“Who treats his sister like garbage because she makes less money than he does.”
“Who genuinely believes some people are just better than others.”
“That’s who you’re marrying,” I said.
“I know,” she whispered. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do with that yet, but I wanted you to know what they said to you was wrong.”
“Objectively wrong.”
“And I should have said something at the time.”
“Thank you,” I said, meaning it. “That actually helps.”
“The trip got canceled,” she added. “Not scaled back. Canceled.”
“Your parents don’t have the twelve thousand. They assumed you would pay, so they didn’t save it themselves.”
“Jeffrey offered to cover it,” she said, “but your father refused. Pride, I think.”
I absorbed that in silence.
They’d been so certain I would cave they hadn’t even prepared for the possibility of no.
“How’s Jeffrey handling it?” I asked.
“Badly,” she said. “He thinks you owe them an apology. He’s talking about cutting you out of family events unless you apologize and pay for a replacement trip.”
Of course he was.
Jennifer stood to leave, then paused.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why did you become a nurse?”
The question caught me off guard in the best way.
“Because I wanted to help people,” I said. “Because when I was sixteen, my best friend’s little sister died of leukemia and the nurses were the only people who made that nightmare bearable.”
“I wanted to be that for someone else.”
Jennifer nodded slowly.
“That’s a good reason,” she said. “Better than Jeffrey’s reason for real estate, which is basically just money.”
That night, my mother called. I answered.
“Your father and I have discussed this situation,” she said, formal and cold. “We have decided to give you a chance to make this right.”
“If you apologize and transfer the money by Friday, we will forgive this entire incident and move forward.”
“And if not, we will have no choice but to re-evaluate our relationship with you.”
“Re-evaluate how?” I asked.
“You will not be invited to family events. You will not be included in holidays. You will essentially be on your own until you learn to value family properly.”
I closed my eyes.
“So my options are to give you twelve thousand and accept being treated terribly, or refuse and lose my family entirely.”