Late at night, drowning in paperwork dumped by my overbearing boss, I got a call that shattered everything—my mother was getting married, and I wasn’t invited. I didn’t know what hurt more: the secret… or the fear of what—or who—she was hiding.
I was at my desk in the office, eyes tired, neck stiff, fingers aching from a full day of typing numbers and rewriting the same report three times.
The glow of my monitor flickered across the pile of unfinished paperwork, casting long shadows on the desk like crooked fingers pointing out all I hadn’t done.
Outside the window, the sky had turned a deep indigo. Streetlights blinked on, one by one, like they weren’t quite sure if it was time yet.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
