I cleaned his office for eight years; he never knew I was the mother of the boy he abandoned in high school

I felt like my world was collapsing around me.

“It can’t be…” I whispered, tightening my grip on the mop.

Nonso had changed. Taller, more robust, wearing an expensive suit and imported cologne. But his gaze remained the same: sharp, arrogant, as if the world owed him everything.

I cleaned his office every night. I tidied his papers, polished his glass table, emptied his trash can.

He never recognized me.