One year later, my team landed a flagship contract from headquarters. At the victory dinner, my colleagues raised their glasses one after another in my direction.
"Ms. Sanders, you're amazing! You've got to keep us in mind going forward!"
I smiled and clinked glasses with them, finishing my drink in a single gulp. My hair was now cut into a sharp, short style, and I wore a perfectly tailored suit. The scar on my leg was fully concealed beneath my trousers. No one knew what kind of hell I had come out of.
That weekend, I drove to a sunlit hillside in the suburbs where a quiet cemetery rested. I laid two fresh bouquets of sunflowers in front of a small gravestone.
There was no name on it, only two small engraved flowers.
"Babies, Mommy's here to see you," I said, crouching down and gent
