At first, I didn’t notice. It was my coworker, Mia, who stood frozen by the counter, her eyes on the unpaid bill. She was a single mother, juggling two jobs just to keep her little boy clothed and fed. Every dollar counted. And now, staring at a bill that large with no payment in sight, she looked as though the weight of the world had just been dropped onto her shoulders.
Her eyes filled with tears. Not because she was angry, but because the unfairness of it all landed on her like a blow.
The Confrontation in the Cold
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