I used to believe love could protect me from anything.
When my husband, James, asked me to leave my finance career to be a stay-at-home mom, he promised I’d never worry. We had twin daughters, Grace and Ella, and life was full of love. But then, in an instant, it was gone. James died in a car accident, and my world shattered.
Grief was only the beginning. After the funeral, James’ mother, Judith, informed me that the house was hers. She forced me to sleep in the garage. As I struggled, Judith’s guilt eventually led her to transfer the house to me and apologize for her actions.
Despite everything, we found a way to heal and support each other.
