Chapter 4

“I started working here before I was your age,” Alexi told her. “I had to help pay for my mom’s medical bills.”

“…Oh,” Ophelia said. She fiddled with the lid on the box of sampling spoons she was holding. “Is she okay?”

Alexi shook their head. “She died six years ago. Now I work here to support my dad and save up to maybe live on my own someday. I’ve been working here since 2002 and I still don’t have enough.”