(Aspen’s POV)
I woke up feeling lighter than I had in a long time.
Mrs. Bigley had given me a list last night and her eyes had practically sparkled as she handed Slade’s credit card to me.
“We are restocking the charity drive closet,” she told me. “Children’s toys, clothes, coats, books. Have fun with it.”
Have fun.
I could not remember the last time anyone told me that.
So, this morning, I packed my bag, tied my hair back, made sure the girls had everything they needed for school, and walked toward my car feeling hopeful.
Today mattered.
I could help people like me.
I could do something good, even if it was with Mr. Mercer’s money.
I started the engine.
It choked.
Then sputtered.
Then died completely.
“No. Not today. Please,” I whispered, trying again.
Nothing.
My stomach
