She was begging for help on the cold supermarket floor while her baby brother lay motionless beside her, but the one person who should have cared most never once looked up from her phone.
The fluorescent lights of GreenMart buzzed overhead, washing everything in a harsh, artificial glow. To Emily Harper, the world had suddenly become too loud, too sharp, too unreal. The tiled floor beneath her knees felt freezing, yet she didn’t move. She couldn’t. Something inside her was breaking in slow motion, and she didn’t know how to stop it.