(Lena)
I could have driven myself to the pharmacy. It was barely fifteen minutes away. But Cole had insisted on coming, and by the time I'd finished my apple juice he was already standing by the door with his keys in hand, clearly not planning to be talked out of it.
"You don't have to come in with me," I said as he parked.
"I know," he said, already unbuckling his seatbelt.
I didn't argue.
The pharmacy was quiet at that hour, the kind of early morning quiet where the only other people around were stocking shelves or grabbing coffee on their way to work. Cole walked beside me down the aisle without saying much, and when we reached the right section I stood there for a moment looking at the shelf.
There were more options than I expected. Different brands, different price points, some
