That morning, Emma left Bruno resting and asked a neighbor to watch Elena. Then she stepped out into the city with one goal—find work.
No degree.
No experience.
No time left to fail.
She stopped outside an elegant café.
Inside, people laughed over meals that cost more than her family’s weekly groceries. Men checked watches worth more than her entire life.
Emma stood there, staring through the glass, her chest tight with helpless anger.
That’s when she overheard them.
Two women sat near the window.
“I need someone immediately,” the older one said. “Mr. Haines has gone through three caregivers in a month.”
“What’s the problem?” the younger asked.
“He says no one understands him. The accident left him completely paralyzed from the neck down. He’s only forty… but since then, he’s become difficult.”
