My husband got into trouble and ended up in the hospital bed. And I had to forget about myself—working two jobs and helping him go through rehabilitation to bring my beloved back to life. I knew I could handle it, I had to handle it! But time passed, and my strength kept getting less. And debts and problems grew more and more. And I don’t know what I would have done—but then my husband’s brother appeared in our life. He helped. Only now it’s scary to think what I’ll have to pay for his help…