Holding It Together
My heart raced, each beat amplifying the panic building inside me. I couldn’t lose this job—not with rent due and savings barely enough for groceries. The couple’s venomous threats felt like storm clouds gathering, ready to unleash havoc on the shaky stability I’d pieced together.
I hadn’t been working here long, and the couple’s demands made my throat tighten. They were a stark reminder of how fragile my situation was, how quickly everything I depended on could vanish. How would I pay my bills? Keep a roof over my head? All I could do was breathe and hope the storm would pass.