CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning Sarah absentmindedly pushed the cart down the cereal aisle. Cannot believe I forgot my freaking list, she grumbled to herself as she tried desperately to remember a single thing that had been written on the tiny dry-erase board hanging on her refrigerator. Oh, well. Keep circling, maybe I will see something that jogs my memory. But nothing did.
She was almost to the end of the aisle when a completely unexpected memory came at her out of nowhere – her and Tim, smiling, walking closely together as they shared cart duty.
Captain Crunch? she’d suggested.
With berries, he chimed in, and she had nodded and put a box in their cart.
We need to do this more, he’d announced.
Come shopping? Well, yeah, otherwise the food runs out, she’d teased.
Yeah, come shoppin
