I never thought that loyalty — my loyalty — could be used against me. And I certainly never imagined that it would come from my own flesh and blood.
But three years ago, that’s exactly what happened.
I was finally beginning to breathe again after years of grinding to keep my small flower shop alive. It had been my dream since college — a quiet little space filled with color, warmth, and the simple joy of making something beautiful. After selling it, I walked away with no debt, a modest nest egg, and hope for a fresh start.
