Elias froze. It was Miller, a rival Runner known for selling to the highest-bidding cartels rather than the families. Miller stood at the end of the aisle, a silhouette framed by the flickering pink light.
He wasn’t there for the strollers or the tiny, overpriced socks. He was there for the "Gold." buy buy baby formula
"I’ve got a mother in the East Ward with a kid who can't keep anything else down," Elias said, his voice steady despite the hammer of his heart. "She paid me in silver quarters. Real ones." Elias froze
Should we continue Elias's journey to the , or He wasn’t there for the strollers or the
He reached the back shelf. His flashlight beam hit a single, dented tin of hypoallergenic formula hidden behind a display of organic teething wafers. He exhaled, his breath misting in the cold air of the unheated store.