But then came the crash. On their wedding anniversary, Jack kissed her goodbye, promised to be home on time—and never returned. The call came that night: an accident on the highway, a truck collision, no survivors.

Rachel didn’t have time to grieve. The kids were only four. There was no family nearby, no neighbors offering help. She tried to stay afloat by knitting scarves and hats to sell online. It worked—for a while. But summer came, and her business dried up like rain on pavement.

One afternoon, she