Weighing the Options
The skin on my back tightened like the outside of a sausage under the grill as the late afternoon sun beat down on me. I rolled my shoulders, feeling each muscle tense and release. I mentally counted them off; traps, delts, lats, biceps, pecs. I’d concentrated on them last night, and with today’s work they were sore again. I’d been working all the hours I could to make ends meet. Nicole just kept asking for more and more, but it was for my daughter, she said. My girl, Cara, had always been a sickly child, and since Nicole had kicked me out, it seemed Cara was just getting worse. I couldn’t say no if it was for my little princess.
