The butter section was colder than the rest of the dairy factory. Not freezing, but enough that Daniel kept rubbing his hands together even with the gloves on.

Crates got set on the metal table, each one filled with neatly wrapped butter packs. The job was simple: take them from the crate, stack them in a box, seal the box, put it on the pallet. Repeat. Over and over.

Daniel stared at the rhythm like it was a puzzle he hadn’t solved yet.