But fear had already spoken for him.
Daniel rubbed his face.
“My shop is barely surviving. Some weeks I don’t even pay myself.”
Then they looked at me.
Sarah and I had bought our house because the mortgage was cheaper than rent only if nothing broke, no one got sick, and every paycheck arrived on time.
Our youngest needed new glasses.
The truck needed brakes.
The school had just sent home activity fees.
Still, everyone in the room quietly turned toward the person they had always expected to stay.
I looked at Dad.
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