She wanders through the supermarket aisles, pushing a half-empty cart. The fluorescent lights cast a stark glow on the familiar shelves, but everything feels different. With her children gone, the house is quiet, echoing her husband’s distant silence. She pauses by the produce, her hand hovering over an apple, but her thoughts drift elsewhere. The emptiness at home weighs heavily, and even the simple act of grocery shopping feels lonely, devoid of purpose.