LEXIE
The morning at the drug store felt normal, just like every other day. I moved between the shelves slowly, stocking bottles of vitamins and cold medicine.
The air smelled faintly of soap, paper boxes, and something sweet from the cough syrup aisle. My shoes made soft sounds on the clean floor as I went back and forth.
Mr. Harlan was in the back like always, doing his paperwork. I could hear the light sound of papers turning and the pen scratching sometimes. A few regular customers came in and out, greeting me with small smiles and simple questions like nothing in the world was wrong.
I tried hard to focus on each thing in front of me. I kept my mind on the bottles, the shelves, the labels. I smiled at Mrs. Ellis when she came in for her usual pain cream. She moved slowly like she
