Because he was still my son.
Ruth saw it.
She softened her voice.
“Do you want to stop?”
The room went still.
This was the choice Daniel and I had known might come.
Not whether I could stop Brandon.
Whether I would.
I stared at the loan application.
Four million dollars.
Brandon had spent the
last ten years telling us the business was old-fashioned.
Too slow.Get Marriage Tips
Too local.
He wanted automation, expansion, private equity, rapid scaling.
Daniel always listened.
Then asked the same question.
“How many jobs do we lose?”
Brandon hated that question.
He called it sentimental.Roadside assistance service
Daniel called it arithmetic.
Eighty-six people worked at Mercer Tool.
Eighty-six families.
Their mortgages.
Their kids’ braces.
Their Friday dinners.
