William’s POV
The sun beat down on the windshield of my car, the air-conditioning struggling to keep up. I felt like I was melting in my seat, sweat beading on my brow. I could barely see through the glare, and I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. It was a hot summer day, and the mall parking lot was packed with cars. I sat there for a moment, wondering if I should turn around and head home.
I pulled the crumpled piece of paper out of my pocket, the notes from my Isabella scrawled on it. I knew it would take me hours to find everything on her list, but I was only writing my own death statement if I didn’t get it all. I finally found a parking spot, and I headed into the mall, a sense of dread settling over me. I was about to embark on a shopping marathon for a woman who’s getting
