A Fortune In Love
y front door. My heart raced as I glanced at the c
Open up! We know
k Thornton, the debt collector who'd been hounding me for weeks. I pulled t
agged myself out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mir
suse. I threw on a ratty bathrobe and shuffled t
lace. Jack Thornton's bulldog face glared at me
growled, "you've
e been busy. Look, I tol
d. "Your husband left quite a mess
f him. He'd been gone for six months, but the pain was stil
n in my voice. "I'm trying to sell the ho
piped up. "We've heard that before. Either y
anic. "You can't do
Mrs. Jenkins. Your husband borrowed from some... let's say,
rom my face. What had Da
" I stammered. "Can you give
"You've got until 5 PM. Not a minute later. And if yo
the floor as soon as the lock clicked into place.
tears streaming down my cheeks. But only a
hen. The house felt cavernous and empty without David. Every co
hink. Who could I turn to? My friends had their own financial struggles, and I'd already borrowed
d made it clear at the funeral that they blamed me for Da
my thoughts. I poured a cup, the warmth see
s on the mantel. David and I on our wedding day, both of
ter. My in-laws had never approved of me, the struggl
hem. The humiliation
is mess. I could sell my car, but that wouldn't even make a dent in
jump, coffee sloshing over the rim of
n picked up the
It's E
ce sent a wave of anxiety th
keep my voice steady. "It's..
all. Robert and I need to speak with you. It's u
had less than ten hours to come u
ke it," I hedged. "I have some
eanor's tone was sharp. "Sarah, this
phone in disbelief. What could be so urgent? And ho
ed in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, they'd heard about my fin
hot, but what c
e myself presentable and find a way to get across town to the Reid estate.
e vibrant woman I'd once been. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and stress had etched fine lines
t diamond had once represented so much hope and love. Now it fe
ut it might be enough for bus fare and a decent outfit from the thrift stor
small velvet pouch. One last piece of my old
se with a small stain on the cuff. I tried to style my hair, but gave up and pulled i
ye. A black car was parked across the street, its tinted windows concealin
t the car suddenly roared to life and sped aw
pocket felt like an anchor, dragging me down with every step. But I forced myself to keep
myself from financ
n lose, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glan
ly morning sunlight. It was a beautiful day, the kind Da
own and toward an uncertain future. Whatever Eleanor and Robert wante
day, my life would