truction sites, every ache a testament to
rs, claiming our life savings – eighty thousa
ld her, holding her tight,
xtra shifts, my mom Maria even offering
, Maria, was in the ER, her hand
ran cold, a rage I never knew I possessed simmering beneath the surface. I
te dining room, I fou
k, handing a man a "bouquet" of
to you?" she cooed, "I had
, but a cruel, calculated act. And the $80,000? "It was for that cust
lie. My mother, now maimed, screamed for me to save her bone fragments from being fed to
s agonizing pain be the cost of a suit and a twisted game? I carried her sec
ans for Ethan' s family, claiming she was a "disgruntled ex," then hung up on m
as this, and how co