The hum of shoppers pushing trolleys around and the soft music shops insisted on playing made for soothing background noise. There weren’t that many people around, and the few that filled the shop aisles minded their own business as far as he could see.
“You know when you said I should meet you at the shopping mall to buy baby products… I thought it was a metaphor or a joke. Not actual baby stuff for a real actual baby. A little human being that does nothing but cry and drinks milk all day and night.” Thomas lifted a large tin of formula baby milk from the trolley and narrowed his eyes as he read the writings on the tin.
“So she is actually in your house, huh?” Thomas said it like he still couldn’t believe it. Christopher had said so on the phone when they spoke earlier, but Thomas could
