Aurora’s POV
My hands were sweating inside my pockets as we walked down the dark road.
I held Maya’s small hand tight. Every time a car drove past with bright lights, my heart jumped into my throat.
One hundred and twenty dollars.
The cash was inside my coat pocket, safe against my chest.
One hundred and twenty dollars was good money for us. It was enough to buy real food for two weeks. It was enough to buy thick wool socks and a warm blanket so my babies would not freeze when the cold winter wind came off the sea.
“Mommy, look at my shiny shoes!” Maya said, skipping over a puddle. “They did not get dirty at all!”
“Shh, baby,” I whispered, pulling my hood down low. “Walk softly. We are almost home.”
We turned into the dark alley between the old fish sheds and walked up the noisy wo
