Clara’s grocery bag slipped from her fingers.
An onion rolled across the wooden floor and bumped softly into the dresser.
No one moved to pick it up.
Her husband, Daniel, stared at her with bloodshot eyes, frozen between panic and exhaustion.
Their son Leo slowly pushed himself upright from the rug beside the bed. His face looked pale and older …
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