At Least You’re Poor
Samuel turned back to Rebecca. “When this unfortunate chapter ends, call me.”
“You left when my family needed help.”
“I made a practical decision.”
“So did I.”
Samuel’s expression tightened. Matthew opened the passenger door of an old utility truck parked beside the curb. Lumber filled the back; a dent marked one side of the faded silver body.
Amelia looked horrified. “You cannot possibly expect her to ride in that.”