By the time Jacob reached the grocery store, his legs felt leaden. He pushed through the glass doors, greeted by the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of freshly baked bread. He grabbed a basket and made his way to the baby aisle, keeping his eyes down.
The shelves loomed in front of him, rows of formula cans neatly arranged with their bright labels and eye-watering price tags. He picked up the cheapest one, checking the size and price: $19.99. His stomach sank. Nearly two-thirds of his money gone with one item.