Jason Davenport

I'd heard from dad that Amelia was due in two weeks. I was a little worried because I still hadn't saved up enough to get that cot. But I believed that I would have before two weeks.

Bill had hired a second farmhand and assigned me to train him. So I was at the store more now. Meaning more tips. And more tips meant more money.

I smiled, knowing that I could finally afford the cot soon.

As my shift drew to am end, my phone began to ring. It was a cheap one I had paid Bill a few bucks for. At least it works.

My brows...