I gripped the steering wheel, rehearsing the words in my head. How do I even start this? How do I explain to him that things are about to change for us, but not enough? That I’m still scrambling to keep us above water?
“Zim,” I called.
He turned his head toward me, curious. “What is it mum?”
I swallowed. No stalling now. “I’m… I'm thinking of starting a new job at the hospital.”
His eyes widened. “Wait—the hospital? Grandpa's hospital, for real mummy?”
“Yeah,” I said almost chuckling, I forced my lips into something that resembled a smile. “For real. It means I won’t be stuck at the bar every single night and without seeing my baby. The pay is better too.”
I watched him through the rear mirror for a moment, he blinked at me like he wasn’t sure I was serious. Then the realization hit
