A wheel on the shopping cart squeaks as I roll down the cereal aisle.

From beneath my lashes, I sneak a glance at Roman as he walks next to me. Memories of the last time we were in the grocery store together flit through my head. That was almost three weeks ago, and our relationship couldn’t be more different.

I pluck a box of Honey Nut Cheerios from a shelf and hold it up. “We ran out this morning.” I give it a little shake after a few beats of silence. ...