“Do we really need these?” he thought. He picked them up, checking the price: $3.29. It wasn’t much, but it could make the difference between staying within budget or overspending. Still, the guard’s presence loomed in the back of his mind, his overthinking spiraling into a sense of unease.
After a moment and gathering himself, he placed the wipes in his basket. “It’s for Leo,” he told himself. “We’ll figure out the rest.” As Jacob turned down another aisle, his eyes caught on a display of beer. For a moment, he stopped.