I was showing up.
It felt strange at first.
Over the next few weeks, I kept going.
I organized every document I could find, made calls, and followed up on things Sean used to handle.
Every step was small, but they added up.
Peter noticed, but didn’t say much.
Sean noticed too and started calling more.
“That’s not necessary, Cat,” he said once. “You’re overthinking things. You’ve been spending too much time with my dad. He’s filling your head with nonsense.”
I didn’t argue or defend my actions.
