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No.

I wasn’t going to let this break me.

I wasn’t going to let this define me.

I was going to be a single mother—but I was going to do it differently.

I was going to finish my degree. I was going to build a career. I was going to give my children stability and security and a life where they didn’t have to watch their mother struggle.

I was going to break the generational curse.

I grabbed my phone again and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number for my college counselor.

Ms. Patricia Nguyen - Academic Advising

I dialed before I could second-guess myself.

The phone rang three times before she answered.

“Academic Advising, this is Patricia.”

“Hi, Ms. Patricia. This is Truth Renois. I was a nursing student before I had to withdraw last year.”

“Truth! Oh, my goodness, how are you? I’ve been wondering about you.”

Her warmth caught me off guard.

“I’m okay,” I said, though it felt like a lie. “I’m calling because I want to come back. I want to finish my degree.”

“That’s wonderful! I’m so glad to hear that. Let me pull up your file.” I heard the sound of typing. “Okay, I’ve got you here. It looks like you withdrew with good academic standing. You were only a few classes away from starting clinicals.”

“How many classes?”

“Let’s see… you need Pharmacology, Advanced Health Assessment, and Pathophysiology. That’s it. Three classes, and you’re eligible to start clinicals the following semester.”

Three classes.

That was all that stood between me and my future.

“Can I register for those now?” I asked.

“Absolutely. But there is one thing—it looks like you have an outstanding balance from your last semester. You’ll need to clear that before you can re-enroll.”

I thought about the Black card. About Amai’s money. About everything he owed me.

“I can pay that today,” I said.

“Today?” Ms. Patricia sounded surprised. “Are you sure? That’s a significant amount⁠—”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. Let me transfer you to the bursar’s office, and they can process the payment. And Truth?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really proud of you for coming back. A lot of students don’t. But you’re doing it. You’re fighting for your future. That’s incredible.”

I felt tears prick my eyes again, but this time they weren’t sad.