Lara drove back to her condo and parked in her usual spot.
She stepped out of the car, opened the trunk, and carefully stacked the two boxes of groceries together. She placed the brown McDonald’s takeout bag on top of them, balancing everything in her arms. It took effort, but she managed to carry everything toward the elevator in one trip, her arms trembling slightly from the weight.
By the time she reached her floor, she was sweating lightly and breathless. She set the boxes down in front of her unit, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. The smell of lemon-scented polish still lingered from the last cleaning, welcoming her in. She hauled everything into the kitchen, placing them on the quartz countertop.
She eyed the boxes, planning to start organizing them but her stomach growled
