Fortune fit the profile almost perfectly. The symptoms. The age. The collapse. Even the sudden rejection once his performance dropped. Sam felt sick as the explanation slid neatly into place, answering questions he hadn’t fully known how to ask.
Sam felt the story forming again, the familiar pull he thought he’d buried. It always started the same way. Something didn’t add up. The official explanation felt thin. And underneath it all, there was systemic harm being quietly normalized.