I’ve Had Enough of Leftovers

I’ve always been obsessed with hunting for bargains on secondhand apps. It wasn't a hobby; it was a survival tactic to keep our heads above water.

Marcus would hold me close, his voice thick with guilt. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm useless. I hate seeing you live like this."

I would brush it off with a smile. "Don't worry about it. Secondhand stuff works just as well. Why pay retail when you can get the exact same thing for a fraction of the price?"

One evening, I was scrolling through a thrift app, looking for a Lego set my six-year-old son, Toby, had been begging for.