At work, I accepted three morning shifts.
Afterward, we contacted the childcare provider. She could take both girls on those mornings, although the fees would consume a large portion of my wages.
I calculated what remained after transportation, formula, and groceries.
There was almost nothing left.
Certainly not enough to rent an apartment.
Dana looked at my calculations.
“You can use my spare room for six weeks. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
“Only six weeks?”
“It’s what I can promise right now.”
I swallowed.
Staying with Ryan would be much easier financially.
But it also meant depending on someone who repeatedly demonstrated that his promises meant nothing.
On Friday afternoon, Ryan accompanied me to buy groceries for Mr. Holloway’s dinner.
As we unloaded the bags, he paused on the porch.
“I need tonight to be perfect. Don’t embarrass me.”
I turned toward him.
“You mean I should smile while you convince your boss you’re a devoted husband and father?”
