thought my world had finally caved in, abandoned, pregnant, and facing foreclosure. But when I helped my elderly neighbor on the hottest day of summer, everything changed overnight. I never expected the sheriff's knock, or the secret waiting in my mailbox that would rewrite my entire future.
I always thought hitting rock bottom would come with a warning.
But the truth is, rock bottom feels like drowning in silence.
I was 34 weeks pregnant, and alone. I used to be a planner. But you can't plan for someone like Lee walking out on you the second you decide to keep the baby.
You can't plan for the mortgage company not caring, or for overdue bills to pile up on the kitchen counter like a silent avalanche.
Rock bottom feels like drowning in silence.
That Tuesday was hot, oppressive, sticky, the kind of day when even the air felt angry. I shuffled around the living room, finally deciding to fold the huge pile of laundry.
The phone rang and I jumped, clothes tumbling from my lap.
Caller ID: Bank.
