Sara

I sighed after setting down a box of produce, rolling my shoulders. We didn’t usually get late-night deliveries at Mabel’s, but we’d been running low on vegetables, and the grocery store down the street was open late and loved bulk orders.

“Oh, thank you, Sara. That’s the last one. You can leave a bit early tonight, let me just sign your paycheck for the month,” Mabel told me.

“Thanks, Mabel.”

I headed toward the back of the ...