His hands shook as he picked up the knife, it’s sharp blade glinting from the flickering fluorescent lights. He didn’t want to do this… He couldn’t. But he had to. His whole family depended on it. His wife, his oldest Bernard, Claire, Evie, and his youngest, Terese. They would all starve if he didn’t do this. He needed the money for them, and he was desperate enough to do anything for it.

He lifted his eyes to the person before him, her look full of concern and regret. He took a deep shaky breath, and at last, he cut the bread in half. “Would you like mayonnaise on that?” He asked with a quivering voice.

The woman lifted an eyebrow. “No, thank you.”

“Of course.” He gulped.

Gosh he hated sub shops.