“Sophia… the board decided today. Germany. One year. Biggest project of my career.” A year.
With his mother barely able to stand. With me working full-time and already stretched thin. He didn’t let me speak.
He stacked reasons like sandbags promotion, “future,” how we’d “never recover” if he turned it down. Then he slid a card into my hand like it was a solution.
“Code is our anniversary,” he said. “I’ll keep it loaded for Mom. You’ll be fine.”
He kissed my forehead like a man doing something noble, rolled his suitcase to the curb, and disappeared into the taxi as the rain kept pouring like it had something to prove.
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