"Hey, you all right?" Aiden's voice is soft at my ear.

"Yeah, I think so." I straighten and unzip the bag.

"Here, let me help." He takes the food out and sets it on the table. "Can you look for a can opener?"

I rummage through the cabinets and drawers until I find a handheld can opener. Like everything else, it's caked in dust. I rinse it off in the sink, then hand it to Aiden. I repeat the process with a large pot. Then I search for bowls and spoons ...