Azariah - God Has Helped

Chapter 18

Kiara took her suitcases from the van and stood still for a moment, staring at the house where she was now expected to live.
So much had happened—too much—and she was trying to stay positive regardless of the weight sitting on her chest.

This home...
It was not what she imagined she'd be coming back to.

She had hoped for warmth, comfort, familiarity—something that felt like a soft landing after the storm she'd just survived.
But this house?
This house needed a makeover from the ground up.

Kiara knitted her brow as she looked around at the peeling paint, the cracked pathway, the sagging fence. She already felt the work settling heavily on her shoulders.

Then she caught Davar's eyes narrowing at her.

She straightened quickly. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she wasn't grateful—not after everything. Not after they'd been left without a home, without warning, without sense.

A month earlier...

Kiara still couldn't understand it.
How could things fall apart so suddenly?
How could they lose everything that fast?

They had lived where they worked for two years, turning a broken-down commercial poultry farm into a thriving business—a Grade D to a Grade A. They had poured their sweat, their nights, their very lives into that property.

And then—just like that—they were tossed aside.

The owner, Nuni Minott—Davar's elderly cousin—had always been a sweet, wise, dedicated woman. Kiara loved her from the very first day she met her. She remembered it vividly.

Davar had called her downstairs to help type some documents. She had completed them in under fifteen minutes. That moment opened the door for Kiara to become Nuni's secretary—a blessing she had never taken for granted.

Life on that farm had been good. Peaceful even.
Especially after the horror of her assault... Kiara needed that fresh start. She needed a place where no one knew her past, where she could rebuild herself from the ashes.

But then came the phone call.

Davar's voice was still in her head—cold, defeated, broken:

"When you get home... we have nowhere to live."

The words had cut deeper than any blade could.

How could they fire him like that?
How could family turn their backs so cruelly?
How could a place they built together suddenly become forbidden ground?

Tears filled Kiara's eyes as she remembered the pain in Davar's voice. She knew that losing his job would crush him—mentally, spiritually, emotionally. And she had no idea how to help him.

Her mind had gone wild, spinning with fear and desperation.
I have to help... I have to find a solution... I can't just sit and watch.

But no matter how hard she tried to think, the situation seemed hopeless.

Her son's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Mommy... is this our new house?"

The innocence in his tone shattered her. Tears spilled freely, burning her cheeks as she nodded slowly.

"Yes, baby... this is our home," she whispered.

It took everything in her not to break apart in front of him.

She despised moving.
Despised restarting.
Despised being shaken from stability every time her life just began to feel normal again.

But then—a tiny spark flickered in her chest.