{"content":[{"text":"“You’re doing such a brave thing, Angelica.” \n Angelica Roberts gazed at her little bakery, with its pink exterior and white shutters. \n “Doesn’t feel brave,” she said, staring at the closed sign hanging in the window. \n Nestled between a bookstore and flower shop, Angelica’s Sweet Treats offered everything \n from cookies to wedding cakes. Once upon a time, it was a thriving small business in the heart of \n downtown Nashville. Then the economy tanked, and she’d watched with sadness and dread as the \n surrounding businesses closed up shop. \n Angelica’s Sweet Treats had somehow survived. \n Until today. \n She was heartbroken, knowing that with the turn of the closed sign, she was finally giving up \n and walking away from her dream. She’d been doing that a lot lately—walking away from dreams. \n All of which had been completely out of her control. \n Now, not only was she divorced, she was unemployed. \n “Well, I think it’s brave,” Naomi said. “When God closes a door, He opens a window.” \n Angelica smiled sadly at her best friend. Naomi had been the owner of the failed flower shop \n next door, so she had experience with the grief of losing a business. Angelica was grateful to have \n her by her side today, but honestly, she just couldn’t find anything positive about the fact that her \n bakery was gone. \n “I hope that’s true,” Angelica said, linking her arm with her friend’s. “I need a window. A \n great big window, because I’m going to be homeless if I don’t find another job soon.”","bbox":{"left":0.117686,"top":0.47838,"width":0.7648240000000001,"height":0.3975989999999999}}],"images_bbox":[{"left":0.366422,"top":0.130985,"width":0.267157,"height":0.196212},{"left":0.394608,"top":0.369874,"width":0.210637,"height":0.085038}],"images_bbox_not_text_overlap":[{"left":0.366422,"top":0.130985,"width":0.267157,"height":0.196212},{"left":0.394608,"top":0.369874,"width":0.210637,"height":0.085038}]}