Chapter 191 She Beat Me to It

ARES'S POV

Her mother put a list in my hand at the door. So there I was at ten in the morning, pushing a trolley with a bad wheel round a supermarket while April read the word passata off it twice and then looked up at me like I'd know.

"It's tomatoes," I said. "In a jar. That's all it is."

"Then...

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