That was when the man stepped forward.
“Take it,” he said, his voice low and rough but not unkind, carrying the weight of certainty. “Feed your baby. Everything else can wait.”
In that moment, Mara felt something unfamiliar spread through her chest, not joy, not relief exactly, but a loosening, as if the world had shifted just enough to remind her that cruelty wasn’t the only thing it offered.
She didn’t remember much about walking out of the store, only the sound of the automatic doors opening, the cool air hitting her face, and the undeniable weight of the formula bag in her hand, solid proof that this hadn’t been a dream.
Outside, life moved on as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
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