I’m a survivor
Jill Moss, 37
Hearing an almighty roar from outside my log cabin, I rushed to the window.
‘What was that?’ I shuddered, turning to my boyfriend Jason, then 48.
‘Probably just a mountain lion,’ he chuckled.
‘Just?’ I gulped.
It was November 2016, and I’d just swapped city life for rural living in California, up in the mountains with Jason.
After meeting through some friends, we started dating and he offered me work as a harvester on his smallholding.
It was the change I needed from my hectic life working in hospitals as a phlebotomist, taking patients’ blood.
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