WHEN HEAVEN STOOD BETWEEN US

er kids were playing. She pressed her palms against her temples, her head heavy with thoughts that never seemed to rest. Th

ex-husband, David, had turned those dreams to ash. He had convinced her to sell her diesel truck, the last tangible piece of her livelihood, and pour the money into a Ponzi

left clawing her way back to survival. The courts had adjourned her case for child support again and a

bear. Kayla, her eight-year-old daughter, had a tender heart that seemed to sense when something was wrong before anyone said a word. Liam, nine, had a strange resilience; he seemed to shield his siblings with an energy Am

e wreckage behind her. Yet deep down, she wanted more. Not j

a message from a former business acquaintance: "There's a networking ev

just a single mom now, scraping by. But something tugged at her spirit. M