The weeks after Jessica's departure felt different. Kofi couldn't pinpoint exactly how, but the apartment had changed. The space felt larger, quieter, like they'd been holding their breath for months and could finally exhale.
"We need groceries," Nina announced from the kitchen, staring into their nearly empty refrigerator. "And by groceries, I mean actual food, not just the three energy drinks and leftover pizza you call sustenance."
Kofi looked up from his textbook. "I have a perfectly balanced diet."
"Coffee and instant noodles don't count as balanced."
"They do if you add vegetables to the noodles."
Nina shut the refrigerator door with more force than necessary. "Get your coat. We're going shopping before you die of malnutrition on my watch."
The grocery store was busy for a Tuesday afternoon. Nina pushed the cart while Kofi trailed behind, occasionally grabbing items that caught his attention.
