Lily whimpered.
That quiet, exhausted cry of a baby too hungry to scream anymore. I know, sweetheart. Clara’s voice cracked. Mom’s working on it. Outside, fireworks popped in the distance. New Year’s Eve. The whole world was celebrating, counting down to midnight, making resolutions about gym memberships and vacations and all the things people worried about when they weren’t wondering how to feed their children.
Clara opened her wallet. $3.27. Formula cost $18. The cheap kind. The expensive kind. The sensitive stomach formula Lily needed cost 24. She’d done
