It was just on dawn when she awoke. Beside her, the two boys slept stirring occasionally to grab the blanket that covered them against the night air.
Her circumstances had cried her to sleep last night after settling the boys and reassuring them she would be there when they awoke in the morning.
Her life had been torn apart. Her husband had left, gave her no warning, just up and left, said he didn’t love her and was moving in with a woman five years her junior.
Yesterday she had returned after collecting the boys from school to find the house stripped of everything bar two beds, one for each of the boys. There had been a note to say she had to be out of the house in a week as he had put it up for sale and he would be taking her to court to secure full custody of the boys.
She wondered about the ownership of the house. It had been her money from a lottery win that had paid off the mortgage, and she had left the house in both their names, as she never envisioned a time like this.
Now she had nothing. Her job was barely enough to pay the running costs of a household, and now he had taken everything material from her, even the fridge and stove were gone.
She felt in tatters as she lay there wondering what she could do. But she knew she couldn’t stay there in a house with nothing, she needed some security for herself and the boys.
Her brother had been outraged when she called him the previous night and through the anger and tears she heard him say he would do all he could to help her through the tough times ahead. So she knew she had one ally.
He told her she would rebuild her life that it would be hard but she wouldn’t be alone offering to help out and sit with the boys when she needed time out.
The older boy lay close to her and asked if there was any breakfast. There was a box of cereal in the cupboard but no milk; he’d taken that as well.
“Come on,” she said, “let’s get dressed and go to Maccas for breakfast, my treat.”
Like all kids they didn’t need much encouragement to have breakfast out and were ready quickly, discussing what they might have.
With that out of the way and the boys safely delivered to school, she set in motion her rebuilding program. The first stop was to her solicitor to find out where she stood and what she could do. Her boys were precious, and they deserved far more than their father had left them with.