sat in our living room dressed in black, staring at stacks of bills covering the table.
Emily played near my feet, still too young to fully understand that her father was never coming home.
Her toy kitten lay beside her.
Looking at it reminded me of what someone had once called me.
A stray.
Without Tom’s income, I couldn’t afford daycare, our apartment, and the medical debt at the same time.
I needed a better job.
While searching through listings, I found an opening for a housekeeper at the estate
