Janiya POV
While walking to catch some fresh air, my phone rang. My caller ID showed it was my mom, so I reluctantly answered and just listened as she talked.
“But mom, I don’t know what else to do. I’m running on fumes. I’m on my way home so that I can get some rest.” I wiped my tears. “I’m going to be fine, and I promise I’ll figure out something.”
“I know you will, I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”
I take a deep breath, the weight slightly lifting, and hear my mother express her love and support; though fragile, it is a comforting thread of hope. I knew that the road ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but now I don’t feel so alone.
Time ticked along, and nothing had changed in my circumstances since breaking up with Dean; I still couldn’t get hired by anyone or attain a steady
