Another reassurance, offered because I wanted her to feel better.
"I'll ask for help before I answer," I said.
"And if they let you go back?"
Nora picked up her phone, then put it down again.
"What you did was wrong. And I'm not deleting the complaint."
"I know."
She opened an email to the person handling the review and began typing.
She could send this and I could still lose my job.
"What you did was wrong."
She described helping with a wedding she'd understood to be nonromantic. She said she had no direct knowledge that I'd expected an inheritance.
She kept her concerns about the marriage.
When she showed me the screen, I read it twice.
It wasn't an endorsement. I thanked her, and she sent it.
I read it twice.
Then she added a correction to her public post.
