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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.
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
The hum of the fluorescent lights above buzzed low, adding to the weight pressing down on my shoulders.
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