“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

His heart leaped. It wasn’t a visitor. It was the debt collectors. Since being fired and kicked out, Mark’s life had completely fallen apart. His name was blacklisted in the industry. No company wanted to hire him after the embezzlement and immorality scandal spread. He tried to get a job as a ride share driver, but his account was rejected for having a criminal record under police investigation. His savings were nil. His credit cards were blocked. His friends avoided him like the plague. Even the woman he once adored. Jessica was now a witness for the prosecution, testifying against him to get a reduced sentence. Mark was truly alone.