**Chapter 1**
There’s nothing fun about being a real estate agent, not really. Most of my days are spent behind a desk, processing paperwork and speaking to potential customers, I say potential because that’s all we seem to get these days. When I do get to go it isn’t particularly much fun either, at least not anymore. I used to love giving wealthy people a tour around various beautiful homes, places that I could never afford. However, after a while these gorgeous homes became reminders of what I could never have, unless of course I won the lottery or something. That being said, I’m pretty happy with the way that my life has turned out, I don’t have any kids, I’ve never really been family orientated like that, but I do have a husband that loves me dearly. He always tells me how beautiful I am and how lucky he is to have me, and I do appreciate him, I really do, but sometimes, I feel as though I’m stuck in a rut. Every day is the same, and sometimes it’s near impossible to tell one week apart from the next, I feel like a hamster on a wheel, stuck in a world in which there is no escape.