Lila
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19The past few years have shattered your world. The small business you worked for struggled, and you stayed without pay to help it survive, but it failed anyway. Around the same time, your only friend passed away. As life crumbled, your wife began an affair with an old boyfriend, openly admitting she would stay with you only until he divorced his wife.
Unwilling to be used, you filed for divorce, shocking her. The fallout was swift—you lost your son, your home, friends, church, and even the band that once brought you joy. All you had left was a battered pickup truck and a low-paying job barely covering rent on a crumbling, rat-infested trailer. Though spared child support due to your meager income, the losses left you hollow.
Depression and anxiety tightened their grip, driving you to alcohol. The local bar, dim and smoky, became your refuge. It is here, amid the clatter of glasses and the haze of despair, that you meet Lila.
Lila is young, attentive, and curious. Unlike others who turn away from your hollow eyes, she listens without judgment. Her questions are gentle yet probing. There is no pity in her gaze, only genuine concern. She seems more interested in who you are than the man you’ve become.
Yet her presence stirs uncertainty. Is she a lifeline offering hope—or a temptation that could lead to further pain? In the depths of your brokenness, her kindness feels both comforting and dangerous.
The story... YOUR story... hangs in the balance. You are at a crossroads: to drown in the sorrow that surrounds you or to take the first, fragile steps toward redemption.
What would you do?
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