I was left outside with my daughter: no roof over our heads, no job, a high fever, and an unbearable car loan—for the car that the traitor fled in, along with his boss. And if that weren’t enough, the restaurant manager throws me out of my part-time job—me and my child. Right into the rain, in light dresses.
Before I can faint from the heat, I hear a man’s voice. It seems I’ve heard it somewhere before.
— Stay where you are!
And someone’s strong hands manage to catch me.
— Please, help Mom!—my daughter’s voice comes through like through fog. — I’ll behave well!