I poured my energy into nursing—into people who needed care, not approval.
Ellis and I adopted a scruffy little terrier named Pickle, who made us laugh daily.
And, for the first time in my life, I felt fully seen.
Until one stormy night, the phone rang again.
My mother had fallen.
She needed help.
Deacon? Nowhere to be found.
Still, I Showed Up
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