Chapter 33

The shopping trip dragged on for two hours. By the time they reached the parking garage of their apartment complex, Noah felt a physical drain that no twelve-hour shift at the office had ever managed to inflict. His fingers were white, the plastic handles of several heavy grocery bags digging deep into his palms. He adjusted his grip, wondering how a simple trip for ingredients had turned into a logistical nightmare. In the world of the Hayeses, food appeared on tables through the invisible...