Chapter 65

The heaviness of the day’s events clung to the air as I returned home after spending a whole day in church, seeking solace and mercy from a higher power. The familiarity of our home seemed both comforting and stifling, a place where the echoes of earlier confrontations lingered.

Upon entering, I found Vince in the living room, surrounded by a scattered array of papers. His face wore the weight of disappointment, evident in the creases on his forehead. As I approached, he looked up, and his eyes met mine, reflecting a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

“I’ve been applying for jobs all day,” Vince said, his voice tired. “But it’s just rejection after rejection. It’s like hitting a brick wall repeatedly.”

I sighed, the weight of the day still heavy on my shoulders. Sitting beside him on the couch, I took a moment before speaking, choosing my words carefully.

“Vince, we’re both in this together,” I began, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. “We can’t let the