Mark helped his mom into the car. “Is there more at home that you need to donate, here?” He glanced back at the store and his jaw dropped. Aligned through hanging frames in the front window of the store, was Katty. She was beautiful—enhanced by a gold gilded frame that just happened to be hanging in the window, on the one and only day he visited the store. He never stepped inside that store. Ever.
Phyllis was saying something and he missed it.
“What was that, Mom?” He leaned in to hear what she said.
“I was just saying that, there is more, I just have to go through it.” She zipped her jacket and paused for him to close the door. “I want to go through a couple more drawers and see what’s there. I found some things of your dad’s in the back of a closet.” She tilted her head and looked at
