Jeremy.”
“I’m okay, Ma.”
I wasn’t okay.
I should have walked out.
The next morning I picked up a coffee shop run between shifts. That was when the man sat down across from me without asking.
He looked expensive.
“You’re Jeremy, right? A friend of mine mentioned you. Said you could use some extra income.”
“Who’s your friend?”
“Doesn’t matter. What matters is I have a problem, and I think you can solve it.”
I should have walked out. Instead, I drank my coffee.
He slid a folded stack of
