“That includes the hall closet and the storage bins in the basement.”

Vanessa opened the pantry door, looked at the boxes of instant noodles on the middle shelf, and let out a small sigh.

“Do you have almond milk?” Vanessa asked, pulling the refrigerator door open.

“There’s oat milk on the middle shelf,” I said.

Vanessa picked up the small carton, turned it around to read the nutrition label, and set it back on the wire rack.

“Too many carbs,” Vanessa said, pushing the door shut until the magnetic seal clicked.