She sat at her kitchen table calculating all her bills and then adding up her regular hours at work plus the overtime she did for several weeks in a row at the restaurant. Shayla examined it all, and it still wasn’t enough money. Shayla looked down at her left hand, staring at her wedding ring. It was the last resort.
“I have to give it up if I ever expect to get any serious money in my hands. I need to make this problem go away.”
Yes, her stresses and anxiety were only building, thinking of the fact that she might become homeless or crawl back under her parent’s roof again. Giving up her wedding ring is the last thing on earth that she thought she would ever have to do. To her, it’s the only other thing she has of Holland’s that symbolizes his love for her. But Shayla went on and got
