My son, confused but cooperative, stood by my side, his small hand warm in mine.
I glanced at my watch, a pang of anxiety slicing through me—I was already late for work.
But leaving wasn’t an option, not now.
The ambulance arrived, and the medics swiftly took over.
The man was whisked away, his silence leaving an odd emptiness.
It wasn’t until I was alone with my thoughts that the weight of my decision began to settle in.
The next morning, I faced the consequences.
HR called me in, their voices rehearsed and unyielding.
They didn’t ask why I was late, just that I was.
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