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When our café failed, my husband John walked out, leaving me to care for our six-year-old, Colin. Months turned into years of silence—no calls, no support, just the heavy weight of bills and broken dreams. I sold what I could, worked long shifts, and slowly rebuilt a life for us, finding stability while Colin grew into a happy, resilient boy.
Three years later, at a car dealership, I saw him—John—crying, humbled and broken after losing everything.
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