I had no other job, and no prospect of one, and no savings that would last.

And I was not the only one who depended on the income that had just been taken from me.

There was a little boy asleep in a Detroit apartment who had no one in the world but me, and I had just lost the only thing that kept him fed.

Chapter 8 — The Empty Refrigerator

That night I stood in the tiny kitchen of my apartment in downtown Detroit and stared into the harsh light of my nearly empty refrigerator, and I cried.

Lucas was already asleep in the next room, the small bedroom I had given him, keeping the fold-out couch in the front room for myself.