Lisa didn’t know any better. And you couldn’t blame her. Her mother left when she was just a little girl. Her father did his best, but he struggled to raise a
daughter. So when Lisa hit her teenage years, she ended up in a violent relationship with someone who promised the love she longed for.

Michael had overdosed before—nine times. The tenth time was on purpose…But it didn’t end in death! YOU helped take back with addiction stole!

Kendrick sat in the dark, waiting—for the sirens, for the red and blue to flash, for the flames to catch and devour everything. But the fire never came.
Instead, a whisper broke through the silence.
“You can’t even start a fire right.”
And then… her face. His daughter’s. Her eyes.
Then he heard the whispers of his sons—small, broken, echoing through the corners of his spirit:

“We need you, Dad.”