ELENA
“You can do this,” I breathe, clicking the job sites and searching through the pile of adverts.
If I want to be separate from the Alpha, then I need to find a job to sustain us. A few more hospital visits can swallow the entire money I have left.
I run through the headlines, scrolling past the mountain of words to the price tag: “fifty per hour?”
I weigh the outcome. If I work enough, will it be able to cover Halo’s medication?
I sigh, flicking to the next advert; the golden tag is higher—one thousand per hour. I scroll back, zooming into the words and job description. Everything penned into the description seems like something I can do.
A few lines more and I land on the red tape: a certificate. They require a certificate and a degree in the course related to it before applic
