Months had passed, and it felt like Payton was finally beginning to heal. I was relieved, yet every time I thought of Mia—our baby—the guilt still clawed at me. I had to stay strong for both of us.
That Monday morning, I was in the living room on a business call with investors.
“Mr. Pascal, I’m truly sorry I had to send my assistant. Trust me, he’s the best we have right now. My wife and I are still recovering from the loss of our child.
“but we’d really like you to be part of this project.” Pascal insisted
“I know my sincere apologies—this is only temporary.”
“Alright, I’ll speak to the others on your behalf,” he replied.
“Thank you, Mr. Pascal. Take care.”
I hung up, exhaling heavily. The stress was crushing me—endless calls, meetings, and pressure—but I refused to leave Payton’s
