Margaret Freeman had always believed that love was worth any sacrifice. At eighteen, she made a choice that would define the course of her life — she married Daniel Hernandez, a man whose kindness and humor had captured her heart, but whose lack of status had enraged her wealthy father.
“You marry that low-life and you’ll get nothing from me, Margaret!” her father had shouted, his face red with fury. “You’ll see what love really means when you’re living in a one-bedroom rat-hole with roaches crawling up the walls!”
