The repair estimate was more than Teresa could pay while she was unable to work.

June sat at the kitchen table with folders spread across the surface.

There were legitimate bills, disputed Northbank invoices, insurance letters, and forms for temporary assistance.

She had thought she was coming to look after a child for a few days.

Instead she was learning the architecture of a life balanced on constant effort.

Eli appeared with Buddy under one arm.

“Are we moving?”