Sarah took the keys, her hand shaking slightly. "You don't know what this means to us, Mr. Miller. Thank you." "Just drive safe, Sarah. And get that boy to his doctors."
A young woman stepped in, shivering. She was holding the hand of a boy who couldn't have been older than five. The boy’s eyes were fixed on a bowl of peppermint candies on Clayton’s desk.
Clayton watched from the window as the dark blue Taurus backed out of the lot, its taillights glowing through the Danville mist. He knew the risks. He knew there was a chance she might miss a payment, or that the transmission might decide to quit in six months.
Clayton nodded. He’d heard the story a thousand times, but it never got easier to swallow. In the Buy Here, Pay Here business, you didn't look at credit scores; you looked at the person.
"Six hundred dollars," she said, her voice small but steady. "It’s everything I could scrape together from my shifts at the nursing home. My credit... it’s not good. My ex-husband left me with a lot of his debt."
