Life has a cruel way of dragging the past back into your present, even when you think it’s long gone. I never expected that a simple cleaning job would lead me to a horrifying discovery about my ex and a dangerous plan that threatened my son.So, I’m not usually the kind of person to spill my life online, but this… this is something else. I’m still reeling from what happened last week, and I need to get it off my chest.I’m Jocelyn, 40, a single mom, and honestly just trying to make it work every day. I’ve been hustling as a cleaner for a while now: scrubbing floors, dusting high ceilings, you name it. It’s not glamorous, but it keeps food on the table for my nine-year-old son, Oliver, and that’s all that matters. The job gives me plenty of time to think, to plan, and sometimes, to worry.I usually work in regular homes, nothing too fancy, but last week I got this new job through my agency.
