“Five hundred wrappers will cost sixteen dollars.”

I thought about my phone screen from the day before.

Forty-two dollars was all I’d had left in checking before I bought the soap and strainers, and twelve dollars of that was already gone.

I had exactly thirty dollars left to feed my family through the week ahead.

“Principal Vance said unrolled coins can’t go through the county computer,” Noah said in a small voice.

He tugged hard at his socks with both red-stained hands.