Chapter 7
The “Help Wanted” sign outside the grocery store drew Justin in like a beacon. He’d just spent an hour at Eriksen’s, signing away money he didn’t have yet on a payment plan to get Mom cremated—the cheapest option, though he had no idea what the hell he was going to do with her ashes—and he was more conscious than ever that every day he was digging himself into a deeper financial hole. And even once the social security money came in for the kids it’d take more than that to raise them. He needed work.
The doors of the store rolled open and Justin moved aside to let a woman with a cart out, and then entered the store and approached the registers. He waited while an older woman with candy-pink lipstick on her wrinkled mouth served a customer, and then stepped forward.
“Hi,” he sai
