The Final Cost
Kayla’s concentration was on the woman as she tallied her produce and shared the final cost. The woman presented her card, and Kayla swiped it.
But the machine declined, starting a series of events that would land Kayla more trouble than she bargained for. The older woman’s brows furrowed, a look of worry plastering over her face. “Not now,” she whispered under her breath, low enough for anyone not to hear.