“An old scrap of paper.”
“The scrap of paper that changed my life.”
Opal placed it on the kitchen table.
“No, honey. Your life changed because you had the courage to make that call and keep going, even when nobody could promise you anything.”
That evening, I slipped the note into a small picture frame.
I didn’t display it beside the court judgment or the documents confirming my property ownership.
Instead, I placed it next to a photograph showing Opal and me standing outside our house with our arms around each other.
I’d lost my freedom, my marriage, my relationship with my sister, and nearly everything I’d worked to build.
Yet the woman who’d given me a room and employment when nobody else would take a chance on me had become the mother figure I needed.
Trevor betrayed me for financial gain. Monica helped destroy my reputation. But a woman unrelated to me welcomed me when I had almost nothing left.
