Invoice preparation.
Customer updates.
Supplier accounts.
Insurance files.
Visitor screening.
A person who could run the administrative side while letting the electricians remain electricians.
By the end, the role looked less like surrender and more like overdue competence.
I went upstairs after five.
Noah had moved to the couch.
He wore one of my sweatshirts and had a blanket over his legs. The television showed a muted documentary about deep-sea fish.
He smiled when he saw me.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
I sat beside him.
He lifted one hand.
I took it.
“How was the yard?”
“Functional.”
“Caleb and Owen?”
“Annoyingly competent.”
“Good.”
I leaned back.
Exhaustion caught up with me all at once.
Noah looked at my face.
“Come here.”
I thought he meant closer.
He patted his thigh.
I hesitated.
“You need rest.”
“So do you.”
