Echoes of Tomorrow Season One: Episode Two (Echoes of Tomorrow: Season One Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

took his hands. "I'll go put in applications in the area schools. They're always looking for teachers." She leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Besides, I think the kids are old enough to take care of themselves a few hours each day."
    "I don't know, honey."
    "Think about it." She stood up and kissed him on the cheek one more time. "You don't have to do this alone."
    Tyler smiled as he watched his wife walk down the hall and into the bathroom to take a shower. He hated putting her in this position, but she was right. It would be much easier if she got a job, to help with the bills. While he knew he wouldn't find a job that paid half as well as Centracorp, with her added income they'd be able to pay off the credit cards and the cars. At worst, after a few years they could have enough of a nest egg put away to make up for the money they'd lose.
    He gazed around the house he spent a good portion of his paycheck on each month. A house he rarely spent time in yet still called it home. He knew the house would be a casualty of any potential job switch unless he got lucky and found something that paid the same. As much as he didn't want to sell it, he could deal with it if it meant spending more time with his family.
    Tyler spent the rest of the morning with his wife, going over finances like they did every time he came back home. He didn't like putting the conversation off until the last minute, but he didn't like the thought of wasting what little time he had with the kids on it either. In the grand scheme of life, it was part of the small stuff in life that didn't matter. Bills had to be paid and money had to be put away for the occasional emergencies that always seemed to happen.
    After noon they got in the car to make the trip to the airport. Other than the instrumental music on the stereo, they sat in silence on the trip. Tyler wanted to promise his wife that things would get better. That the last few years wouldn't be the norm. But the closer he got to the airport the more he realized he was trapped in a life he couldn't escape. He didn't grow up wanting to be an absentee father who only came home for special events, yet he turned into his father just the same.
    "Turn around," Carrie said, breaking the silence. "Forget your job. Let's just go home and start all over. We have enough put away to live on for a few months."
    "Don't," Tyler urged. "Not now."
    "Then when, Tyler? Is it going to take an accident, or the end of the world to realize the job doesn't matter?"
    "I can't walk away. Not like this."
    "Yes you can. What makes this job so special? Money doesn't mean everything." When Tyler didn't reply, she continued. "What are you afraid of?"
    "I'm not afraid," he said without hesitation. He didn't like being called out like that, not even in the privacy of the car. He knew she waited to have the conversation when he couldn't escape and he resented her for it. She had a habit of saving talks for trips like this. Ones where he had no choice but to hear her out unless he spent cash on a cab.
    "I'm sorry," she said, sitting back in her seat.
    "No, you are right," he conceded, looking over at his wife in time to see the first tears roll down her cheek. "While I'm in Memphis I'll make a few calls. See if I can find another job around town."
    "We don't need to live here."
    "I thought you liked it here."
    She rubbed her eyes. "I do, but if we have to move to make it work I'd rather move."
    He took a hand off the steering wheel and placed it on Carrie's lap. "I'll call Jake on the flight. He might know someone hiring near Omaha."
    "Or maybe you could help him on the farm? He's always looking for help."
    Tyler smiled. "I thought you wanted to see me more?"
    "I'll settle for sleeping next to you each night."
    He still wasn't sure about quitting his job just yet, but knowing she was willing to move would make things easier. The only attachment he had to Flagstaff was the company and even that was superficial. Except for the annual Christmas