Sinclair's elbows were propped on the shopping cart, his legs moving leisurely. Leaning forward, he took a pair of cleaning gloves, barely looking at it before throwing it into the cart. Directing his gaze to the floor, he blinked back tears

He felt so little. Fresh out of the divorce, he didn't know how to care for himself. He had been so reliant on Natalie, only for her to leave. He still gagged at what she had done.

Looking up, he gasped. He almost skids on his heel, digging it into the ground. His cart bumped against someone else.

"I am so sorry, forgive me."

Sinclair Bryant