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Never in her wildest dreams had Carly ever envisioned her life taking the horrific, dramatic and drastic turns that it had in the last couple of years. At the slight age of 21, she already found herself a widow with a 3-year-old son named Jamie. The weight of single parenthood, coupled with the grief of losing her husband so dramatically the way she had, pressed heavily on her young shoulders. Yet, Carly was determined to rise above it all, to prove to all of those who looked at her with pity, that she could stand on her own two feet and thrive despite the heart-breaking tragedies that had led her to this point.
Glancing briefly into her rear-view mirror, Carly sighed softly, a poignant mixture of weariness and determination shining brightly in her eyes. A tender smile played on her lips as she observed her beautiful son, Jamie, sleeping peacefully in his booster seat. The sight of her son, a tangible connection to the love she had lost far too soon, both comforted and motivated her. Her unconditional love for her son and the motherly instinct to protect him and shield him from the harsh realities of life, burned in her chest and intensified her resolve. She had always hated having to rely on anyone else for help, as though by accepting assistance she was showing signs of weakness. No doubt due to the way she had been raised.
Because of this aversion to asking for help, for depending on others, she had always tried to handle everything by herself and the job offer that now loomed on the horizon, just within her reach, was too promising to dismiss, even if it meant leaving the home she had shared with her beloved husband. It was all for her son, everything step she took, every decision she made, was for him.
As the car coasted smoothly down the road, Carly contemplated the upcoming interview, a potential turning point in their lives that could offer her a chance to escape the sympathetic looks and empty condolences that echoed in her ears, as well as a chance to see more of the world around her, a chance to put her miserable past behind her and really, truly begin to heal from the trauma she had endured.
The opportunity lay in the form of her closest friend Marcy, who had called the day before in an absolute panic, practically begging Carly to attend an interview for a position that seemed almost too good to be true. The urgency in Marcy's voice was peculiar, and Carly couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than her friend was letting on.
Two years ago, almost to the day, was when everything went wrong. Everything changed.
Carly vividly recalled that fateful day when her seemingly perfect world crumbled. It was etched in her memory, a day she would never forget. The day she married the man of her dreams and the day her son came into the world were joyous occasions that had turned her life upside down in the best of ways, they had filled her with profound happiness. In contrast, the day everything went wrong had threatened to bring her to her knees. Yet, she refused to dwell on it. "There is no use dwelling on what can't be changed; focus on what you can change," became Carly's mantra, a guiding philosophy that had sustained her for a little over six months now.
A single phone call had changed everything, ripping her out of her little bubble of happiness and leaving nothing but emotional wreckage in its wake. It was almost as though a hurricane had passed directly over her life, mercilessly destroying everything that she knew and cherished. Carly, however, was left behind to navigate through the debris, attempting to piece together the remnants of her shattered existence.
Carly shook herself, forcibly attempting to pull her mind from the maudlin memories that threatened to overwhelm her. She instead, redirected her focus to the opportunity that had presented itself through her dear friend, Marcy. The recruitment agency Marcy ran catered exclusively to the rich and their somewhat extravagant needs. She and Carly would often share a laugh at the outrageous requests Marcy received from potential clients. However, this job seemed to be different. According to Marcy, the client was seeking a nurse for his ailing wife. The nurse needed to be available at all times, and in return, he was willing to offer generous compensation along with accommodation on his expansive estate.
While dropping Jamie off at Marcy's house, Carly attempted once again to glean more information about the mysterious man that she was due to meet as well as the reason behind Marcy's desperate plea. Yet, Marcy remained tight-lipped, leaving Carly with a lingering sense of curiosity and a subtle undercurrent of anxiety. No doubt the man was older, his wife possibly difficult to manage, based on the salary being offered Carly assumed the task would be trying. Marcy's desperation and closed-lipped attitude also indicated that this position would not be easy, but Carly was not one to back down from a challenge, and she was determined to make this work for her.
Leaving her son in Marcy's care, Carly got back into her car, the engine humming to life as she began the 30-minute drive to the client's listed residence, though this could not be his permanent residence as they were still in Norfolk. Following the hastily scribbled directions provided by Marcy, Carly found herself navigating along a peaceful, winding road. The path seemed seldom used, surrounded on both sides by tall trees. As she manoeuvred through the twists and turns, Carly marvelled at how life had led her to this seemingly tranquil place.
As the landscape unfolded, Carly's thoughts turned again to that fateful day two years ago. The memories constantly loomed over her, but she steadfastly refused to succumb to their weight. Instead, she clung to the hope that the impending interview might be the chance for a new chapter in her tumultuous life - a chapter that offered not just an escape but a chance at rebirth for her and her precious son.
The winding road seemed to stretch endlessly, beckoning Carly to embrace the uncertainty and possibility that lay ahead. The car carried her forward, and with each passing mile, she couldn't help but wonder where this new path might lead her.
The rhythmic hum of the engine and the gentle rustle of leaves outside the window created a serene backdrop for Carly's contemplations. The road, winding, much like the course of her life, stretched before her, prompting her to reflect on the unexpected twists and turns that had brought her to this moment. The towering trees cast long dancing shadows, metaphorically mirroring the shadows of her past that always lingered in her mind.
As the calming surroundings of the tall trees lulled her, she finally decided to allow the memories in, to allow them in in the hopes of leaving them behind once and for all. Knowing she would never truly forget, and not really wanting to, she hoped that by revisiting her history with James once more, she would be able to lock the pain away in her heart, holding it safely within herself but no longer burdened by the grief that had overwhelmed her and clouded every experience since she lost her beloved husband.