Chapter 4: Three Jobs and One Promise
The three years that followed were not mourning.
They were fire.
I cleaned office buildings before dawn, served coffee through the afternoon, and worked the front desk at a warehouse at night. Between shifts, I studied business management online with Lily asleep beside me, her little feet tucked under my thigh for warmth.
There were days when I counted coins for gas.
There were nights when dinner was toast, apples, and whatever dignity I could still place on the table. But Lily never saw me surrender. She saw me tired. She saw me quiet. She saw me afraid sometimes.
But she never saw me quit.
Every dollar I saved became a brick. Every insult became fuel. Every memory of Mark walking into that Lexus became proof that depending on the wrong person could cost you everything.
I began sketching designs in a secondhand notebook.
Not clothes.
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