A woman helps a single dad at the store and then notices his daughter wearing a bracelet she had buried with her own child.
It was supposed to be just another quick stop. Linette hadn’t planned to linger—just grab a gallon of milk and escape before the grocery store crowd got unbearable. Tuesday mornings had a way of feeling longer than they were, especially when life kept reminding her of everything she’d lost. But milk doesn’t buy itself, and the fridge was empty, so off she went, list in hand and heart on autopilot. The last thing she expected was to see her past staring back at her in the cereal aisle. A man stood near the brightly colored boxes, shoulders slumped, face worn… CONTINUE READING…
