“I worked three jobs, Mr. Vance. I cleaned office suites in the mornings, I washed dishes at the diner in the afternoons, and I worked the night shift at the commercial laundry in Denver. But when you don’t have a permanent address, the state freezes your childcare subsidies. My car’s transmission seized on Route 222 two months ago. We had seventy dollars left. That dumpster behind the storage units… the property manager was an old friend of Thomas’s father. He looked the other way. He told me as long as we were out of the container before six A.M. when the plow trucks came through, he wouldn’t call the township.”
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Arthur Vance sat motionless behind his desk.
He didn’t speak for two full minutes.
