140: Calling All Angels

Fenella’s POV I hadn’t called my mother in a long time. The last time I called her was at the beginning of the new year. My mother wasn’t too interested in my career as a model, and she often worried about me. She worried about me so much, in fact, that I ended up distancing myself from her. My father had passed away for five years. During my first year in New York, my father was still paying for my tuition and living expenses. When he died in my second year, I began looking for a job to pay for everything on my own. He didn’t leave much of an inheritance for us. The company he had built over his lifetime with hard work had to be sold to someone else to cover the company’s debts. Even his life insurance money had to be sacrificed to pay off the bad debts. From riches to rags. I was forced by circumstances to become more independent. That’s why I insisted on working while studying, even though my mother disagreed. But I felt that was the only way to support myself, and I didn’t want to