"I’ve got a mother in the East Ward with a kid who can't keep anything else down," Elias said, his voice steady despite the hammer of his heart. "She paid me in silver quarters. Real ones."
The neon sign for "Buy Buy Baby" flickered, casting a rhythmic, sickly pink glow over the deserted parking lot. Inside, Elias moved like a ghost through Aisle 4.
Should we continue Elias's journey to the , or
He wasn’t there for the strollers or the tiny, overpriced socks. He was there for the "Gold."
Elias looked at the tin, then at the exit. He knew the layout of these stores by heart. He didn't grab the formula. Instead, he shoved the entire shelving unit. It groaned and tilted, a precarious domino effect of plastic bottles and pacifiers spilling between them.
