I explained quickly that I wasn’t being difficult—I had a medical sensitivity and simply couldn’t eat gluten

I told her how uncomfortable I’d felt being singled out in front of everyone. Clara nodded slowly, understanding flashing across her face.

A few hours later, my boss knocked on my desk. “Hey,” he said awkwardly.

“I didn’t realize it was a health thing. I thought you were just being picky.”

He sighed and looked around the office. “I owe you an apology.”

The next day, when another client milestone rolled around, he surprised everyone.

This time, the break room table had three cakes: one regular, one sugar-free, and one gluten-free.

“No one gets left out in my office again,” he announced with a grin.

That small gesture changed everything. My coworkers started talking openly about their own dietary