PART 2
One week before the wedding, Nathan disappeared.
His truck was gone, his phone was off, and no one had seen him.
Then I found a note on the kitchen table that said:
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”
No explanation.
No goodbye.
Doors & Windows
My mother told me to leave and let the system take the children. Relatives and friends said the same thing. They told me I was too young to throw my life away.
But when I looked at those eight frightened faces around the kitchen table, I knew I could not abandon them.
