It was one of those nights that felt like time had simply given up.
Budgeting for baby
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in that pale, unforgiving glow. The coffee in the pot had been sitting there so long it smelled burnt, and the clock on the wall barely seemed to move. I’d worked at that gas station for nearly seven years, and the late shifts were always the same—quiet, dragging, and a little lonely.