Chapter 13

"One or two?"

I lifted the fruits in my hands, trying to figure out which one had better quality and how many I should take.

I shoved them in my cart and continued onto another aisle before I stopped and picked up more things.

It was refreshing leaving the house after being locked in for so long, I felt so free I didn't want to return at all.

I pushed my cart and gazed along the aisles nostalgic for my father's store but it was better than nothing.

I decided early in the morning I was going shopping because I was tired of sitting around bored and the house desperately needed a few things.

I left as soon as I was finished cleaning for the morning and went straight to the nearest supermarket.

I had to admit I was glad I did because I finally felt free again to think coherently and without looking over my shoulder.

My shopping cart stopped when I made it up to the cashier, a thin dark haired girl that reminded me of myself as a teenager.

She checked my groceries and I swiped my card acro