Tor POV
Kyra ~ age sixteen | Tor ~ age thirty-one
Every week when I clean Tor’s house, I feel guilty that he pays me fifty dollars because his house is always so clean already. I wipe down his kitchen and bathrooms, do his laundry if any is laying around, clean out his refrigerator, and vacuum. Today I feel like I should try to do more to justify my fifty, so I clean all his windows and mirrors, and move as much of his furniture as I can to vacuum under it.
In the corner of his bedroom is an old glass jug that’s about two and a half feet high and about the same in circumference with a big handle on the side. The jug is filled with mostly quarters and dimes that reach about three inches away from the top opening of the jug. It’s been in the same place for as far back as I can remember, s
