His White Moonlight Tax

Summary

To save my boyfriend, the man with the failing heart, I worked myself to the point of collapse.

I juggled multiple jobs, scrimping and saving every penny for his treatment. I was so broke I couldn't even afford medicine when I got sick myself.

So when I heard about the "Gold Dust Challenge"—a publicity stunt where you could literally scramble for gold flakes on the ground—I signed up without a second thought.

I was on my hands and knees, scrambling through dirt and gravel like a feral dog, desperate to find enough "gold dust" to exchange for cash. For his life.