Aria stood outside the sleek glass building, the morning sun glinting off the metal and reflecting in her nerves. Her hands were clammy, and her heart raced, not just from the interview but from the weight of everything waiting for her at home.
Triplets. Three tiny lives who depended on her every second. A small apartment that felt impossibly full sometimes. And now… this. A chance to reclaim a piece of herself.
She took a slow breath, smoothing the skirt of her modest business suit. “You’ve got this,” she whispered, mostly to herself. “You can do this.”
The receptionist’s smile was warm, but her clipboard felt heavy in Aria’s hands. “Good morning, Ms. Hayes. They’re ready for you,” she said.
Aria nodded, trying to keep her composure. The elevator ride was quiet, the soft hum amplifyi
