Her voice broke on the last word. This tiny child was carrying the weight of the world.
“Emily, I’m going to buy that formula. But I need you to wait right here by my bike. Can you do that?”
She nodded frantically, pressing the bag of quarters into my hands. I didn’t take it.
“Keep your money. I’ve got this.”
Inside the store, I grabbed formula, bottles, water, and as much ready-to-eat food as I could carry. The clerk watched nervously.