"I want this for you, Robbie."
"What?" Impatience came surging through her voice. She was over Derek and this meeting. The two seconds of wistful nostalgia about the writing she used to do had now turned to annoyance.
"This shot to do what you've always wanted."
"I am doing what I always wanted."
"What? The housewife thing?"
"I love my family!"
"I never said you didn't. But you and I both know you were meant to do something bigger."
She clenched her jaw. "You think raising a daughter and running a home isn't a big deal?"
"It is. I do know that. And I'm sure you're a wonderful mom. But what about you? Your dreams? I know you had them once upon a time."
"Most of my dreams were crushed once upon a time."
"I know." Derek's gaze sunk to his fingers as they fidgeted with the edge of a napkin.
The restaurant patrons, the booth, Derek--they all began to blur. "I have to go."
She quickly rubbed away a solitary tear before turning back to him.
"Give it some thought. I'm here 'til Sunday--staying at my mom's. The number's still the same."