At Midnight, My Boss Knocked on My Door in Tears—While I Held the Order to Destroy Her

cake.

A life I never brought into the office.

I handed Aurora a towel. Our fingers brushed. She was ice-cold.

Before either of us could speak again, a small voice cut through the quiet.

“Daddy?”

My six-year-old daughter stood in the hallway, clutching her stuffed fox, curls wild from sleep. She blinked at the stranger in our living room, then tilted her continue reading …