Hours later, Adam’s back was killing him as he hauled another box to the front of the store to pull orders while manning the register. His mom had opened the store that morning and received the inventory. Now she was off doing whatever business stuff he knew she did, but didn’t care enough about to learn the specifics. He filled the pull lists, happy to note there were three new ones this week.
Their customer base was growing, which eased his worry about his mom. He’d saved Reese’s order for last without thought. Maybe because he knew she wouldn’t be in until late in the afternoon, or maybe it was because he could slide her comics in a bag and think about the look on her face when she sat on her couch to read them that night. Or maybe she read in bed. Since he hadn’t seen her bedroom, he
