She would come home smelling like vanilla and waffle cones, complain about children changing their minds six times while 15 people waited behind them, and then tell us every funny thing that had happened that day.
At first, I assumed she was getting paid in cash.
Then one night near the end of August, we were talking about the car she wanted.
I asked how much she had saved.
Sloan got strangely quiet.
« Actually… »
That tone immediately got my attention.
« What? »
« Santiago still owes me for every single shift. »
« How much? »
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