She applied for dozens of positions.
She attended interviews while arranging childcare through neighbors.
She accepted temporary work whenever she could find it.
But the termination on her employment record kept following her.
Now the landlord had delivered an eviction notice. Her credit cards were nearly exhausted, her medical bills were overdue, and she had less than two weeks to find a way to keep a roof over her daughter’s head.
She had once believed that being honest would protect her.
Instead, honesty had cost her almost everything.
A loud noise in the hallway made her lift her head.
Someone was climbing the stairs.
She glanced at her phone.
A new message had arrived.
“I’m downstairs. I have the supplies. I’ll come up only if you’re comfortable receiving them.”
Clara stared at the screen.
Her first instinct was suspicion.
People did not usually offer this much help to strangers without expecting something in return. She had learned that the hard way.
