The Weight of Aisle Four: A Tale of Boundaries, Heat, and Hard-Earned Order
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF REGISTER THREE “You’re going to let him bring that trash right up to my groceries?” Evelyn’s voice cut through the hum of the belt like a rusted blade. Marcus didn’t lift his eyes from the red line of the scanner. Bip. A sweat-slicked jar of mayonnaise slid down the polished…