The Mask Is Off
The invitation arrived on a quiet afternoon. Prisca found it on the dining table, placed neatly beside Gabriel’s car keys. A thick cream envelope with gold edges. She knew that logo immediately — the crown-shaped symbol of the Mask Queen Foundation. Her stomach tightened. Gabriel walked in from outside, loosening his tie. He looked tired. The past few weeks had drained him, though he tried not to show it in front of the children. “You saw it?” he asked calmly. Prisca nodded. “They invited you to speak?” “Yes.” “At her program?” Gabriel didn’t respond right away. He picked up the envelope and flipped it over. “It’s a leadership conference,” he said. “Men in business. Accountability. Growth.” Prisca forced a small smile. “That’s good.” But her heart was not steady. They both kne
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