Two quiet girls holding their backpacks a little too tightly, asking if I could sign their school papers now.
That night, I moved back into my mother’s house.
I left behind my apartment, my routines, and the comfortable version of adulthood I thought I had earned.
I told myself I could do it.
I had to.
Jenna Steps In, and I Feel Grateful
Two weeks after the services, Jenna moved in.
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