The old man’s eyes burned with anger.
“You threw her out. You erased her.”
The room held its breath.
The boy stepped forward, voice trembling but louder now.
“She’s alive. She’s been waiting… for you to tell the truth.”
Murmurs spread. Cameras zoomed in.
The manager’s composure cracked.
“You don’t understand…” she said, her voice breaking. “She made a mistake—”
“She trusted you,” the old man snapped. “And you destroyed her.”
The boy wiped his tears, pulling the watch from his bag.
“She told me to give you this… when you finally looked at me.”
The manager froze as he held it out.
Her hands trembled as she took it.
Click.
The watch opened.
Inside—
A tiny hidden photo.
The manager and Anna. Smiling. Close. Like family.
The manager’s breath caught.
“I… I told them she stole from us…” she whispered, voice collapsing. “I lied… to protect the brand.”
Gasps filled the showroom.
The old man staggered back in disbelief.
“You ruined your own sister…” he said, shattered.
The room exploded with whispers. Phones capturing everything.
The boy’s voice cut through it all—quiet, but final.
“She’s dying.”
Silence.
The manager dropped the watch.
“No…” she whispered, falling to her knees.
