The doorbell rang.
Mom's back straightened, and her body suddenly became livelier. Whereas my aunts... They were just staring at each other, their expressions a mix of surprise and determination.
"I got it."
Before anyone could move, Clara had already left the kitchen, halfway down the hall.
A door clicked, breaking the silence, followed by Clara's voice in genuine bewilderment.
"What the hell is this?"
I turned to Mom, pressing a hand lightly to her shoulder as she was about to get up, gesturing everything was fine before standing up myself.
I could only sigh in resignation after seeing Alina.
I had expected this, but seeing her blocking the door with many shopping bags was just not something someone could get used to.
Her smile dimmed a little as her head turned to me, which I ignored completely.
"Leave them to me."
Stepping forward, I muttered, taking almost every bag from her.
Clara too woke up from her surprise and started to pick some.
