THE Sparrow
Anna walked through the staff entrance of the Starlight supermarket in anticipation of her evening shift on the wines and spirits aisle. Her head was bent and her curtain of shiny brown hair covered the forlorn expression on her face.
A month ago, if someone had told her she would be stacking shelves to make ends meet, she would have laughed. A month ago, she was happily married, with her future spread before her.
