Thirteen
ReflectionThe stock room felt smaller today, the air heavier to breathe. I grabbed a reusable shopping bag and filled it with items on Lydia's list. She'd woken me early in the morning and given it to me before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. While I stocked the shelves after supply runs, I occasionally delivered supplies for the kitchen staff as well whenever the foodstuffs in their pantry dwindled. It was tedious. Everything was tedious.
I reached toward the back of a shelf and grabbed a tall plastic container of peppercorns. As I brought it forward, the bottom of the bottle knocked over a can which set off a chain reaction. Soup and vegetable tins toppled like dominoes; they clanged against the steel shelving before rolling off and crashing to the floor.
“Damn!
