CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURJessica
For a moment, this revelation stunned me to the point where I
simply sat and stared through the picture window fronting the store. People
walked by, moving in and out of view at random intervals. They barely
registered on my mental radar. People going about their business, not imagining
the horror I envisioned.
Could that really be the truth? Or am I just letting my
imagination run away from me?
Someone touched my shoulder and I started with a grunt. My
heart was beating its way out of my rib cage. I gulped air as if I’d been
drowning.
“Are you all right, Miss?”
I gazed up into the milk chocolate face of a motherly looking
woman with honey golden eyes beneath a furrowed brow.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked.
I realized I was staring and stuttered
