POV: Naomi
The supermarket aisle was very quiet.
It was actually quieter than I expected it to be for this time of the afternoon.
There were just a handful of people in the supermarket.
Bright lights bounced off the clean tiles, and the cool air from the air conditioners brushed gently against my skin as I walked beside Lucy.
She pushed the shopping cart steadily, stopping every now and then to grab something off the shelves and then ticking it off her list.
I looked at her for a moment, watching how easily she moved through the place like she had done this a hundred times.
“How often do you go grocery shopping?” I asked, trying to make conversation between us.
“I usually grocery shop once a month,” she replied casually, as she picked up a pack of spices and dropped them into the
