I had ten years of happy Thursdays and in an instant I distrusted every one of them.
Chapter 4 — The Floral Dress
I pushed the cart forward, and my boots felt strange and heavy against the floor, each step somehow both too fast and too slow.
The woman turned a little to pick up a box of pastries, and I got a clearer look at her.
Mid-twenties, maybe.
Dark hair pulled back in a loose clip.