Hearing her response, the chief examiner gave a curt nod, handing her a sealed document. "Open this only after you return home," he instructed. "If, after reading the contents, your resolve remains steadfast, call the number inside. Our team will arrange to pick you up at the designated time and place."
He hesitated before adding, "According to our records, Comrade Brooks, you have a young son and—"
Before he could finish, Astrella cut him off with unwavering resolve. "I won’t hesitate! Yes, I have a child, but I am not officially married to his father. We’ve been separated for some time now. My family situation will not interfere with my decision."
After speaking, she gave a deep, respectful bow. Straightening her back, she strode out of the interview room with a resolve that left no room for doubt.
Her marriage had long turned into a stagnant pool, a lifeless bond without a solidifying certificate. They had been living apart for years and yet, at just twenty-six, in the prime of her youth, no one truly understood her.