RIVER.

The third stop was the supermarket. The endless aisles felt like a maze designed to frustrate the shit out of me. I wasn’t used to doing groceries.

We roamed around the huge supermarket but we couldn’t find the aisle with baby products in it. At some point, we’ve come to the women’s section where we found some sanitary napkins. This was more frustrating than I thought.

“I think we’re lost,” Wesley said while looking around the nearby aisles with canned goods.

“Let’s try the aisle on the left,” Liam suggested, leading us straight into the pasta section.

“You might be a genius, Miller.” I crossed my arms, staring at...