Part 1: The Beginning of a Dream
I never imagined that my trust could be used against me. I certainly didn’t think it would come from someone I loved and relied on—my sister. But life has a way of teaching lessons in ways we least expect, often through the very people we assume will always act with care.
Three years ago, I had finally reached a point of stability and peace. I had spent years building a small flower shop, pouring my heart into every bouquet, every arrangement, every corner of that cozy, vibrant space. It was more than a business; it was a manifestation of a dream I had nurtured since college—a place where creativity could flourish and where people could find joy in simple beauty. The shop allowed me to combine artistic expression with community, bringing smiles to customers and friends alike. After years of dedication, I sold it. Walking away, I was free of debt, I had a modest savings cushion, and I was ready to explore a new chapter in life. For the first time in a long time, I could breathe and dream again.
It was during this period of newfound calm that I received the call that would change everything.
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