the math a 100 times. The math never changed. Her phone buzzed with a notification she didn’t need to read. Rent overdue. 12 days. Final notice.
Clara walked to the window bouncing Lily gently. From here, if she craned her neck, she could see Manhattan’s skyline glittering across the river. That other world where people were probably drinking champagne and wearing clothes that cost more than her monthly rent. Three months ago, she’d been closer to that world. Not rich, never rich, but stable.
A real job at Harmon Financial
