PART 1
I was twenty-two, exhausted, and desperate when I accepted the strangest job of my life.
By day, I attended college classes. At night, I stocked shelves at a grocery store. Every free moment I had went to helping my mother care for my younger brother, Noah.
Noah was only fourteen, but hospitals had already become a normal part of his childhood. His treatments cost more than we could afford, and every bill that arrived seemed heavier than the last.
My mother never complained. She worked double shifts as a nurse’s aide and still smiled whenever Noah was scared.
But I saw the truth.
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