CHAPTER 22

JOBLESS AND HOMELESS

For the first time, the image staring back at her through the mirror seemed completely different. Every morning, she had smiled at the mirror the moment she looked at the reflection of her being. A woman whose face was always radiating even on tired Monday evenings.

But now, all she can see is a woman with swollen eyes and a face that looks like it has been wrung out and left to dry.

She turned and leaned on the bedside table, her arms wrapped around her chest as she lowered her head until she felt a tiny hand suddenly wrapped around her waist. "Don't worry,...