a full stomach. Clara burped her gently, laying her down in the portable crib in the corner, wrapping her in the soft blanket with stars that Ethan had bought.
When Clara turned back around, she wiped her face, trying to gather what was left of her dignity. “I don’t have the fifty dollars to give you back right now. But I get paid on Friday. If you leave your address, I will mail it to you. I swear.”
Ethan looked at her. Really looked at her. He saw the exhaustion,
