Chapter 37
"Let's go pay," Brea said softly, gently touching Milo's small shoulder. Her voice was calm and steady—an anchor in the chaos around them. She gave him a reassuring squeeze, her lips curving into a faint smile as she guided him toward the checkout line. Milo, eyes wide and observant, looked up at her briefly before nodding. He clutched a small bag of dried fruit he'd picked out earlier, holding it close like it was his most prized possession. The store was still buzzing with uneasy energy. A few aisles away, a couple whispered harshly, their voices tinged with fear as they argued over whether to leave immediately or finish their shopping. a*****e clerk nervously adjusted her mask while trying to soothe a crying child in the cart of a frazzled parent. Near the entrance, a group of people l
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