Benny’s POV
I’m outside of the trailer park fifteen minutes early, leaning against the hood of my truck as I wait for Eralia and her siblings to appear so I can take them to school and work.
Inside the park, I can hear the sounds of rough laughter, a dog growling and other noise that shows the inhabitants are waking up. I shift my stance, my ass is getting cold as the engine cools underneath me, I can feel it through the denim of my jeans.
The sound of footsteps approaching pulls my attention to the entrance just as an older woman shuffles out, an overlarge shopping bag swung over her arm. She glances at me with obvious distrust, I stand out like a sore thumb around here with my two year old truck and expensive clothing. I give her a small smile, trying to make myself look approachable
