The woman behind her rolled her eyes. “Seriously? You can’t even pay for that?”
“Pathetic,” a guy muttered. “Holding everyone up over bread.”
“Please. I will put the bread back,” the old woman said, shrinking in on herself. She clutched it like it was fragile.
“I will just take the milk,” she said quietly.
“It’s not okay,” the woman behind her cut in. “Some people have no shame.”
My stomach twisted. I’ve been broke at the register before. I know that hot, trapped feeling, everyone staring, no escape.
Before I could overthink, my mouth moved.
“I’ll get it,” I said.
It came out louder than I meant it to. Ethan looked up.
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