Adeline’s POVOne year Later,“Happy birthday, baby”I placed a single candle into the small cupcake sitting on the table and smiled at Oliver. My son clapped his tiny hands together, laughing as the flame flickered.I wished I could freeze this moment forever.Just me and him with no worries, no bills and no fear. But reality waited on the other side of the apartment door. Three overdue rent notices sat on the counter. The electricity bill was due tomorrow and my refrigerator contained half a carton of milk, some eggs, and nothing else. The money Damien had thrown at me a year ago had helped me escape the motel and rent this tiny apartment, but it hadn’t lasted forever.For twelve months, I'd worked every job I could find. Waitressing, cleaning offices, babysitting. Name it all.But still, it was never enough. I looked at Oliver and felt my chest tighten. I had promised him I would figure it out. Instead, I was failing.A knock sounded at the door but I already knew who it was. My la
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