Lennox watched her, his nose wrinkled, and his fingers gripping the straps of his backpack tightly.
* * * *
It took Aaron about two hours to realize he had nothing to feed a kid. Or himself, either. The few slices of bread he had left were half stale and half moldy, and he didn’t even have anything for the kid to drink except tap water.
“Let’s go to the grocery store,” he said, and Lennox grinned and scrambled to his feet.
Aaron remembered his last trip to the grocery store, and how he’d been juggling his crutches and his grocery bags, and what a trial it had been. Today he was wearing his prosthetic, and Lennox was happily lugging their basket of soda, bread, peanut butter, and snacks. Aaron pretended not to notice when Lennox slid a pack of Junior Mints into the basket.
The sudden flash of memory hit him hard.