Twelve years ago, on a Tuesday morning so cold the air felt like shattered glass, my life was defined by the rhythmic hum of a sanitation truck and the quiet grind of survival. At forty-one, I now recognize that 5 a.m. trash route as the moment the universe decided to test my heart.
Back then, I was Abbie—a sanitation worker …
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