But peanut butter was cheap protein. It was survival food. It was what you ate when you didn’t have money for meat.
If she skipped bread—
No. Bread stretched too.
Her chest tightened. She swallowed hard and put the diapers back on the shelf, not gently. Like she was angry at them for existing.
She leaned a hand on the cart handle and closed her eyes for a second, just a second, because she could feel that familiar pressure behind her eyes that meant tears were waiting, looking for an excuse.
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