Just one day before giving birth, my husband used the $23,000 I’d saved for delivery to pay off his sister’s debt. “She’ll die without it—just take something to delay the birth,” he said, then walked out while I went into labor. With my last strength, I called my mother. He had no idea that call would send his life into a downward spiral.

in my mailbox, sent from the federal penitentiary, pleading for forgiveness and a chance to “be a father.”

It was a letter I had immediately, without reading a single word, dropped directly into the heavy-duty industrial paper shredder in my home office.

Chapter 6: The Unbreakable Foundation

Exactly two years later.

It was a bright, vibrantly warm, and continue reading …