For a second, Ethan genuinely thought he was hallucinating from exhaustion.
He had just survived another fourteen-hour day at a software consulting firm in downtown Dallas. Traffic on the Dallas North Tollway had been a nightmare. His shoulders ached, his head pounded, and his tie felt like a noose around his neck.
For years, he believed every exhausting hour was worth it because he was providing comfort for the people he loved.
But standing there in the hallway, staring at his pregnant wife bent over a sink full of greasy dishes while his family enjoyed themselves ten feet away, something inside him cracked.
Maybe he hadn’t been supporting a family.
Maybe he had been financing cruelty.
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