🙏🏼💙🥺 Amen. The whisper echoed through the candlelit motel room as Maria, a single mom and former Wall Street analyst turned underground therapist, stared at the flickering news feed—*Trump imposes new tariffs, stock market tumbles.* She used to believe in numbers; now she believed in signs. Her latest client, a man claiming divine visions and a plan to "save America through love," had left behind a Bible, a burner phone, and a note that simply said *Jesus cries too.* Outside, sirens wailed like sadness itself, while inside, Maria wrestled with the weight of secrets that could crash more than just markets. She had seen things—things that connected therapy sessions, White House memos, and shadowy meetings with “concerned moms” in church basements. Whatever this was, it wasn’t just political. It was spiritual. And it was just beginning. 🙏🏼💙🥺