That morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. The alarm blared, making the sensation worse. I groaned, fumbling to turn it off, and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off like the day was already conspiring against me.

At work, my boss, Lori, was standing at the head of the table, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a hawk circling prey. Meetings with Lori were less about collaboration and more about survival.

“Good morning, team! Before we dive into the numbers,” Lori began, her gaze settling on me, “I have a special assignment.”

My stomach tightened.

“Sophia,” she continued, “you’ll be heading to Montana. There’s a small mountain town where our competitors are testing campaigns. I want you there by tomorrow.”

“Montana?!”

“Yes, Montana. You’ll gather intel on their strategies. We need to stay ahead.”

“But it’s Thanksgiving! I had plans.”

Lori cut me off. “Plans can wait. This is business. You’re the best we’ve got for this kind of work.”

I glanced around the room. The silence was deafening.

“I’ll get it done,” I muttered, my hands clenched under the table.

“Excellent! Now, let’s discuss next quarter’s goals.”

After the meeting, I opened my laptop and sighed, staring at the cursor blinking in the search bar.

“Montana, here I come,” I muttered, booking a flight.

***

I packed my suitcase in record time, and in a few hours, I was seated on the plane, staring out the window at the clouds gathering in the distance.

“Looks like we’re in for some holiday weather,” a voice said beside me.

“I’m Justin,” he said, extending a hand.

“Sophia,” I replied, shaking it.

The usual polite small talk followed: where we were headed, what we did for a living. Then, after the second glass of sparkling wine, without thinking much, I let it slip.

“Actually, I’m supposed to gather ideas from competitors for my job. I guess you could call it espionage.”

Justin chuckled. “Espionage, huh? Sounds like you’ve got a pretty important job if it’s pulling you away from Thanksgiving.”

“Well, somebody has to do it,” I said lightly, though the bitterness crept into my voice.

The flight passed quickly, thanks to Justin’s friendly conversation. But the moment we landed, the storm was full-blown chaos. Snow piled up against the terminal windows, and I had a connecting flight.

“All flights are canceled until further notice,” the intercom blared.

I sighed, pulling my coat tighter around me. The thought of spending the night in the freezing terminal made my headache return, so I opened the phone and searched for a hotel.

“You could say that.” I showed him the fully booked hotel listings on my phone.

“Well. I live nearby. It’s not fancy, but you’re welcome to stay.”

I blinked at him. “Are you sure?”

“It’s better than freezing here. Come on.”

Grateful and too tired to argue, I followed him out into the snowy night.

***

When we arrived at Justin’s house, the snow was falling in thick, quiet flakes. The world outside was still, as though the storm had tucked everything in for the night.

I followed him up a narrow staircase. The house had a lived-in charm — family photos lined the walls, and the faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Justin opened a door and flicked on the light.

“Here you go,” he said. “Make yourself comfortable. There are extra blankets in the closet if you need them. I’ll leave some tea and dinner for you downstairs.”

“Thanks.”

As he left, I glanced around the room. Suddenly, I noticed a photo on the wall. It was Justin, smiling broadly, with a group of employees in front of a sign. The logo on the sign was unmistakable. My stomach dropped.

Before I could process the shock, my phone started buzzing on the nightstand. I groaned, knowing exactly who it was. Sure enough, Lori’s name flashed across the screen. Reluctantly, I answered.

“Well, well,” Lori’s voice crackled through the line, filled with satisfaction after I’d told her everything. “Looks like you’re exactly where you need to be.”

“Lori,” I began, keeping my voice low, “this isn’t…”

Her words were ice in my veins. I hesitated, torn between guilt and the crushing pressure of her threats.

“Fine,” I muttered finally.

The call ended, leaving me feeling like I’d just made a deal with the devil.

***

Hours later, when Justin’s house had gone completely quiet, I crept downstairs. His office door was slightly ajar, the glow of his laptop casting faint shadows.

That’s it! All in there!

Just as I reached for it, I heard a small voice.

“Hi,” a little girl said, rubbing her eyes. “I’m Liv.”

“Hi, Liv,” I whispered, glancing nervously toward the hallway. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Are you playing hide-and-seek?”

Before I could respond, Justin’s voice called softly, “Liv? What are you doing up?”

Justin appeared in the doorway, scooping her into his arms. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to bed.”

As they left, I grabbed the flash drive, tucked it into my pocket, and slipped back to my room.

***

The following morning, I intended to leave quietly, avoiding an awkward goodbye, but Justin and Liv were already at the kitchen table.

“Morning,” Justin greeted, his warm smile lighting up the room. “You must be starving after all that travel. Come on in.”

“Hi! I am Liv,” she said brightly.

Then, to my surprise, she raised a finger to her lips and whispered, “Shh,” mimicking the gesture I’d made to her the night before.

My cheeks flushed. “Hi, Liv! I am Sophia. Could I see your masterpiece?”

Did she remember everything?

“Yup!” She giggled, giving me her picture. “Daddy says we’re making pancakes for you. I helped with the batter.”

“She’s the head chef this morning,” Justin chimed in, flipping a pancake on the stove.

“Thanks for letting me stay last night. It was kind of you.”

“Not a problem. Storm like that? You’d have frozen at the airport.”

Liv hopped down from her chair and skipped over to the counter. She picked up a plate piled high with golden pancakes and walked it over to me, balancing it carefully with both hands.

“Daddy, can we have whipped cream on them?” Liv asked, tugging at Justin’s sleeve.

Liv turned to me. “Do you?”

“Of course,” I said, laughing. “Who doesn’t?”

Liv clapped her hands. As she sprayed a generous swirl onto her pancake, she glanced at me again, her finger returning to her lips in a playful “shh.”

My heart sank slightly.

She did remember!

Justin slid into the seat across from me. As we ate, he shared his story.

“After Liv’s mom passed away during childbirth,” he began, “it was just the two of us. Balancing parenthood and running the company hasn’t been easy, but Liv’s my reason for everything.”

This man isn’t just kind. He is incredible! And I betrayed his trust the night before.

Justin leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. “What about you, Sophia? What drives you?”

What can I say? That my job feels like a race I could never win? That I don’t even know what I am chasing anymore?

“I guess I’ve been so focused on my career that I haven’t stopped to think about it,” I admitted, pushing my fork into the last bite of pancake. “Maybe it’s time I do.”

“Where is the file, Sophia? If you don’t send it now, you’re done. Fired. And don’t think you’ll find work elsewhere. I’ll make sure no one hires you again.”

Can I really betray that?

I turned back toward the house, walked over, and held out the flash drive to Justin.

“Here. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

He looked at me, then nodded. I grabbed my coat and bag, said a quick goodbye to Liv, and walked out the door, fighting back tears.

At the airport, I waited for my flight, staring at my phone as Lori’s messages piled up.

My future felt uncertain, and fear clawed at me. But before I could spiral further, I heard a familiar voice.

“Sophia.”

I turned to see Justin standing there, holding Liv’s hand. My heart almost stopped.

“I knew everything from the start,” he said calmly. “Liv told me about ‘hide-and-seek,’ and I recognized your company’s name on your documents on the plane. Lori and I have crossed paths before.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I invited you because I liked you. Even after everything, I could see you weren’t the kind of person to go through with something like this. I wanted to see what you’d choose. And you made the right choice.”

“Daddy says you can stay for Thanksgiving. Will you?”

Justin smiled softly. “The offer still stands.”

I didn’t have to think long. “I’d like that.”

That Thanksgiving, as snow blanketed the world outside, I felt a warmth of home. Perhaps that was the start of a life filled with meaning, love, and the promise of a future with Justin and Liv.

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