had bought.
When Clara turned back around, she wiped her face, trying to gather what was left of her dignity. “I don’t have the fifty dollars to give you back right now. But I get paid on Friday. If you leave your address, I will mail it to you. I swear.”
Ethan looked at her. Really looked at her. He saw the exhaustion, the fierce, protective love for her daughter, and the ghost of the professional woman she had been before Harmon Financial ruined her.
“You don’t owe me fifty
