Nora POV
I took a cab and reached my apartment. I’m not even sure if I can tell that it’s my apartment. Did I even earn this? Or was this even given to me?
For the past 5 years, since I got my job, I have always been a proud woman… I was proud of my accomplishments and of the career growth I had. I could take care of my family, from the money I earned… I was doing well… f**k I was great and everything crumbled today… if I hadn’t been the person said to be whom I am, that is if at all I didn’t portray myself as Evan’s mom, I don’t think I would be any lesser than a start up designer that this company has seen.
I thought I was special, but everything I earned and achieved came with the price of being Evan's mom… My dignity and morals are in questions. If I happen to be a normal employee.
