Jacob LeVasseur

The Evermore Account

Mary wiped her brow with the back of her sleeve. Despite working at the diner for the past fifteen years, the dinner rush always had her hoping. Her favorite time was late in the evening when there were only a few customers, and she could pack up and head home to see her son, Jaden. His sixth birthday was around the corner and she’d been saving all her tips for a toy and a cake.