How I Hit Rock Bottom in a Town Where Nobody Knew My Name
After that day, I convinced myself that disappearing was “the responsible thing.”
I told myself Harriet would be better off without me.
That was a lie I used because it hurt less than admitting I was scared.
I left the coast and moved to another state.
I sold the only real asset I had: the house my father, Frank, left me.
I moved into a cheap apartment and took whatever work I could find.
For a while, I survived.
Then the jobs dried up.
The money ran out.
And two years after I ran from my family, I got evicted.
