For a long second, I didn’t move.
The grocery bags sat half-crumpled in Curtis’s grip, shrimp leaking cold water onto the hardwood floor I had polished that morning. Someone shifted in their chair. The Christmas lights blinked quietly in the corner, casting soft gold reflections across faces that suddenly didn’t know where to look.
I straightened
Not quickly. Not dramatically.
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