Worst Prize? Dating Him

Everyone said Alvin Danford and I balanced each other out. We were meant to be.

I'd always been lucky.

I'd win free meals, score a phone in a drink promotion, or enter a drawing at the company holiday party and walk away with a four-figure cash prize.

Alvin was the opposite.

Bad luck followed him everywhere.

His e-bike got stolen while he was making deliveries.

Just when he'd saved some money, a family emergency hit.

He finally landed a steady job, then got slammed with an unexpected expense.

Every prize I brought home went toward one of his emergencies.