On Tuesdays, the hospital cafeteria closed early.
That’s the only reason I ended up at the supermarket next to my apartment, still in scrubs, hair in a braid, and sneakers sticky from something I refused to identify.
I wasn’t looking for drama.
I was looking for dinner and silence.
Then I heard a splash.
And a laugh so sharp it felt like it cut through the fluorescent hum.
I turned the corner and saw a moment I couldn’t unsee.
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