As I settled into this new life in Maplewood, a sense of calm enveloped me. It was strange being somewhere so different, but it felt like a fresh start—a chance to breathe without the weight of my past pressing down on me. Claire was adjusting well, happily exploring our new surroundings while I tried to make sense of everything.
The man who had helped us was kind, a young dad who understood what it meant to be a provider. He offered us a small house that felt like a sanctuary, a space where we could finally put down roots. I was grateful for his support; without it, I wasn’t sure how we would have managed.
Once I felt somewhat settled, I reached for my phone and dialed Mercy’s number, my heart racing slightly as the call connected.
“Ariana!” Mercy’s voice crackled through the line, lac
