All he needed was my signature.
The document in front of me reeked of deceit. They wanted me to claim Aurora had misused company resources. They wanted me to lie. To finish the job.
“Think about your daughter,” he said smoothly. “Opportunities like this don’t come twice.”
That night, I stared at the page until my eyes burned. I thought about my mother. My child. How far I’d come. How easy it would be to sign.
But integrity doesn’t shout.
It murmurs.
And it kept me awake.
I couldn’t sign.
But refusing wasn’t enough.
Then it became clear: Aurora hadn’t come to my home because she was broken. She came because she trusted me.
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