Lily looked up, her innocent hazel eyes wide beneath the brim of her cap.
"One cup is only one dollar," she said with a bright, innocent smile.
Tank looked down at the tiny cups, his weathered face softening just around the eyes. Without saying a word, he reached into his leather vest and pulled out thick, banded stacks of hundred-dollar bills. He placed one stack, then two, then three directly onto the wooden table next to the cups.
"I'm buying all of it," Tank said, his deep voice carrying across the silent street.
Lily blinked, her brows furrowing in genuine confusion. "You can't drink that much!"
Chapter II: The Mother's Terror
Sarah sprinted across the grass, her heart pounding against her ribs. She thrust herself between Tank and her daughter, grabbing the Mason jar and shielding Lily with her arm.