Faith’s POV

Just like yesterday, I came home feeling defeated again. I was worried about Stella, and honestly, I felt guilty. But I needed to talk to her. I couldn’t afford to pay her anymore, and the promise I made—that she would be able to study—was something I could no longer fulfill, at least not now. Maybe I would just ask her to return once everything was stable again. Once I had a job.

“Mommy! I miss you!” Jairee greeted me excitedly the moment I stepped inside the ...