My husband went to the supermarket

it.”

I snatch one and hide it behind my back. “You’ve earned at least a square. Maybe.”

He grins, setting the rest of the groceries on the counter. “You know, I actually like shopping for you. Makes me feel like I’m doing something that matters.”

I don’t say anything for a moment. The weight of his words lands softly, unexpectedly. In a world where so continue reading …