Chapter 18 - Sabrina Cole Reaches The Absolute Bottom In North Carolina
In a small, windowless office inside the Mecklenburg County Department of Social Services, Sabrina Cole sat across from a social worker.
She wore secondhand clothes, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, holding a plastic folder containing her public assistance application.
Her felony extortion conviction had resulted in probation and three hundred hours of mandatory community service sweeping public parks.
Every employer in Charlotte who recognized her name immediately discarded her job applications, leaving her completely destitute and isolated.
“Ms. Cole, your application for emergency housing assistance has been approved for a temporary facility in Gaston County,” the worker said.
“Thank you,” Sabrina whispered quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the fluorescent lights in the small office.
She walked out of the social services building onto the sidewalk, carrying her belongings in a single plastic grocery bag.
She passed a newsstand featuring a magazine cover with Claire Whitmore’s glowing face under the headline: The Queen Of Carolina Architecture.
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Sabrina stood on the concrete street corner, watching luxury cars drive past, knowing she would never taste that world of glamour again.
She had traded her soul for cheap luxury, and in the end, she was left with nothing but the dust beneath her worn shoes.
