The light turned red, and the car slowed to a stop.I turned to look at Regina, who was still asleep. Her features remained strikingly beautiful, though the years had left faint traces around her eyes.Over the past year, she had still come home fairly often, but she had become increasingly quiet. Sometimes I would tell her about little things happening at home. She would listen absentmindedly before frowning and saying, "Chase, when did you become so boring? You used to be pretty funny."She was not wrong.I had once been a cheerful young man. But after more than a decade of struggling through life, I had changed.To protect Regina's dream, I drank with clients until I vomited blood. To negotiate contracts for her, I endured being treated like a servant at drinking tables, swallowing my pride and smiling through it all. To save every penny for the equipment she needed, I had learned to pinch every cent, become shrewd and calculating, and fight for every last bit of profit.I had
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