When Fate Faltered
By the time I was thirty-two, I had already made the billionaire list.
Joel, having performed well in prison, was released early.
He said he wanted to see me one last time.
I agreed.
In the coffee shop downstairs from my company, he looked weathered and hesitant as he asked, “If there’s a next life, if I don’t say those things… Will we still have a chance to be together?”
I looked down and took a sip of my latte.
Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.”
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