Ana's POV
The supermarket buzzed with activity.
Rain-soaked shoppers who couldn't hail cabs had taken shelter inside, browsing aisles while waiting for the storm to pass.
Morris guided our cart, staying by my side as I led us from household items toward the fresh produce section.
When I reached for some seafood, Morris's hand caught mine.
"Elma warned you—no seafood for a while while you're on medication," he said gently.
I hesitated, then returned the shrimp to the freezer display.
"Right," I murmured.
Disappointment flickered through me.
Not because I was obsessed with shrimp or anything.
But after going without for so long, seeing it made me realize how much I'd missed it.
Since Elma prescribed my medication, seafood had been completely off-limits. Though Morris kept our meals exciting, and I wasn't particularly picky about food anyway.
Still, spotting all that fresh seafood stirred up a sudden craving.
Elma had never explicitly forbidden seafood.
