Millicent's POV I drive straight to the grocery store on my usual route of taking the back streets. I seem to be on a different kind of distracting mission, just to get me out of the house for a little bit, to collect something to munch on. Whatever I choose will hopefully make me feel better, at least for the moment, and probably make me feel worse by my consciousness nagging me the next day. But I won't let the unknown tomorrow scare me into not having a good snack today. So onward I go to the local store. You know, to ignite the usual self-sabotage mission that any other girl does after a traumatic breakup and stabbing in the back. I'm turning to the numbingly sweet snacks that I can create on my own, just so I know I can trust them. So I will search, then create, before I'm going

