« We’re going somewhere new. »
« Will Daddy come? »
That question caught me off guard.
« Not today, sweetheart. »
She accepted that answer in the simple way children sometimes do. Then she folded the sweater badly and placed it inside the box.
I turned away before she could see me cry.
I had no savings, a part-time job at a dental office, and barely enough money to keep Trixie and me afloat.
My salary covered groceries and little else.
I spent several nights searching for apartments after Trixie went to sleep.
Most places required a security deposit, the first month’s rent, proof of income, and a credit score I did not have.
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