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To have to admit to my sister that I need help again? That’s why I had a roommate to begin with. I was too proud to admit that Jackson Harbor living is too far above my pay grade. Maybe it’s not my fault this time, but it feels like it. It always feels like my fault.

“Want a better life for your kid? Be better.”

Jacks and I head to our bedroom, but I leave the trash bag behind