A bag of rice she knew would stretch.
A dozen eggs, holding them like they mattered—because they did.
She kept glancing at the running total in her head, as if she could see a number floating above the cart. She wasn’t sure what she had in her wallet without looking. She was afraid to look.
At the baby aisle, she stood staring at a pack of diapers that seemed to pulse under the fluorescent lights. The box was cheerful, bright colors, smiling cartoon animals. It looked like it belonged in a different life.
She picked it up, felt the weight, and tried to do the math again. If she skipped peanut butter, could she still—
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