Rachel's Point of View
I push my half-full cart slowly down the aisle, trying to ignore some of the stares and glares thrown my way.
My eyes scan the shelves, distracted, while I murmur to myself, barely audible.
"What else do I need? Eggs... flour... maybe some strawberries... Yes, definitely strawberries. Elijah likes strawberries..."
I grab two punnets of strawberries, a pleased smile on my face.
After making sure that I have grabbed everything that I need, I make my way towards the checkout line.
Again, I ignore the people around me, but suddenly something catches my attention and I pause, focusing on the small group of women who are chatting nearby. One of them mentions something about Elijah and I turn around, but before I can say anything, one of the others, who was busy scr
