The grocery store on Alder Creek Road in Franklin, Ohio had stood there for decades. Its faded sign buzzed softly above the entrance, and the automatic doors opened with the same tired sigh they had made for years. Most customers barely noticed anymore. The place was simple and predictable—narrow aisles, bright lights, shelves packed with cereal boxes and canned goods. People came in, grabbed what they needed, paid quickly, and left. Nothing unexpected ever seemed to happen there.
One warm Thursday afternoon, a little after three, a young woman named Brielle Carter stepped through those doors with her…
