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About the CHRI Certification

The neon sign for "Buy Buy Baby" flickered, casting a rhythmic, sickly pink glow over the deserted parking lot. Inside, Elias moved like a ghost through Aisle 4.

As his fingers brushed the cool metal, a sharp click-clack echoed from the entrance. It wasn't the wind. It was the sound of a heavy boot hitting linoleum. "Step away from the tin, Eli," a gravelly voice called out.

Should we continue Elias's journey to the , or

He reached the back shelf. His flashlight beam hit a single, dented tin of hypoallergenic formula hidden behind a display of organic teething wafers. He exhaled, his breath misting in the cold air of the unheated store.