Bad choices and desperation bought me six months of house arrest. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.
When I first met Carlo I knew he was no good. I was desperate and didn't care. The previous three months of planning my escape from 9 to 5 doldrums skidded to an abrupt halt and I was out of a job.
So what do you do when the devil himself hands you a weekly paycheck? Do you take it and work while looking for new employment or do you leave and figure a way to feed your fifteen year old son? What do you think you would do? Seems like an easy choice but when forced to make a life-altering decision it isn't always so simple.
This is my story of how I went from the proverbial cop's daughter to a convicted felon and how I'm making my way back on the road to redemption.