Aurora’s POV
The next morning, I stood by the small kitchen sink, scrubbing my work jacket with a piece of hard yellow soap.
No matter how hard I rubbed, the fish smell would not come out. It was the smell of my hard work, and the smell of the job I was about to lose.
"Mommy needs to go to the market," I said, turning around to look at the twins. I wiped my wet hands on a towel. "A boat brought in extra fish. If I get there early, I can clean fish for two hours and make enough money for milk and bread."
Leo sat at the small table, stacking wooden blocks with his good left hand.
"I will watch Maya, Mommy," Leo said in his quiet voice. "We will stay right here until you come back."
"Thank you, my brave boy," I said, kissing the top of his head.
I walked over to Maya. She sat on her li
