I wish I could say I walked out with dignity.
I wish I could say I gave him some speech about loyalty and humanity and how one day he’d regret it.
What actually happened was uglier than that.
My face got hot.
My throat closed.
And before I could stop it, tears stung my eyes.
I turned away so fast I nearly dropped my bag.
I heard a chair scrape behind me, then nothing but the pounding of my own footsteps as I left the office I had poured myself into and walked straight into the bright morning sun like a man getting shoved out of his own life.
The second I got inside my car, I locked the doors.
Then I gripped the steering wheel and screamed.
Not words—just raw, broken sound. And I had no idea that the woman I’d stopped for was about to come looking for me.
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I stopped for a woman dying on the roadside and lost my job for being late, but when I came back for my desk, my whole life changed. – NEXT PART
