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0020: PANTRY RESTOCK

Author: Ink Hashira
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-22 00:30:14

JUNE’S POV

The next few days were a special kind of torture. Having Luca in the house was like a constant, low hum of electricity, something I could not unplug from. So when I said I was going to the store to restock the pantry, it felt like a pardon, a tiny escape.

“I’ll come with you,” Luca said. He appeared in the hallway just as I picked up my keys. “Adrian’s still asleep. Marlene’s out.”

My heart sank straight to my feet. “That’s really not necessary. I can manage.”

“I know you can,” he said, his voice calm and final. He plucked the keys from my hand. “But why should you have to? I’ll drive.”

The car ride was suffocating. The silence was not empty, it was full, packed with everything we were not saying. I could feel the heat coming off him in the driver’s seat, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the wheel. I stared out the window, watching my safe little neighborhood blur past. I did not feel safe at all.

I could not take it. I reached out, fumbling for the radio dial. Gene
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