I sat there long after reading it.
The night hadn’t gone the way I imagined.
But maybe that wasn’t the point.
It wasn’t about the $380.
It wasn’t about pride or generosity.
It was about how we handle tension.
Do we retreat?
Do we blame?
Or do we try to understand?
As I stepped outside into the cool February air, I felt calmer.
The evening had tested something—not our wallets, but our communication.
And maybe that mattered more.
