She needed someone to step in and help her. She had to put her daughter’s needs first. She was working hard to make money, but with her limited skills and experience, it was difficult.
“I know that it’s a lot to ask,” Diana said.
“Too much,” Sabrina responded.
Diana’s expression hardened, the kindness vanishing from her voice. “You’re asking me for a handout, and I’m telling you this is the condition,” she said harshly. “Take it or don’t—but I don’t see how you’re going to care for your daughter on your own. You’re barely qualified to wait tables.”
She stood abruptly and strode to the door, making a show of flourishing her expensive coat as she put it on.
“Don’t call me again until you’ve made a choice,” she said over her shoulder.
As Diana disappeared out the door,
