I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the papers in front of me. My mind was elsewhere, still reeling from the events of the previous day. I couldn't believe that someone had slapped me in a cafe, just for not seeing someone, who the hell did I not see when returned. The shock and anger were still simmering beneath the surface, and I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease.
As I sat there, lost in thought, the door to my office burst open and my daughter, Klara, walked in. My eyes snapped back into focus, and I felt a surge of surprise and concern.
"Klara, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in school," I said, trying to hide the worry from her voice.
Klara flopped down in the chair in front of my desk, looking like she owned the place. "I know, Mom, but the school ga
