I let a stranger sleep on my couch to escape the cold, thinking I was doing a small act of kindness. I didn’t know he’d end up saving me from someone I thought was out of my life forever.
I’m Aubrey. I’m 30 years old. I live alone in a two-bedroom apartment just outside St. Louis. Nothing fancy, but it’s mine.
I work in HR at a mid-sized tech company. It’s one of those jobs that sounds more interesting than it actually is. Most of my day is spent behind a screen, answering emails and handling complaints that would be better addressed in person.
A good job. Nice place. Bills paid on time. But if I’m being honest, some days I come home, drop my bag by the door, heat some leftovers, and wonder who would even notice if I just disappeared.