“In the time I’ve worked here, I have made one mistake—” “A mistake that sent my kid to the hospital!” I do my best to quell my anger like my mom taught me. “I’m so sorry.” “You’re lucky I don’t sue.” “What?” My voice trembles, along with my hands by my sides. I hate myself for showing any sign of weakness, but I can’t stop the raw burst of emotion from overwhelming me. He looks unbothered by my outburst as he picks at a piece of invisible lint. “If that’s all…”
