(William’s POV)
11:52 a.m., that was the exact time I pulled out of the Tribesmen Mall parking lot. In the backseat lay a custom-made tuxedo and a neatly boxed package of Angela’s favorite Hibiscus tea blend, which were the main reasons I came here in the first place.
In the trunk were a few extras: a pair of suede Chelsea boots I hadn’t planned on buying, and a small gift for Rose. Just a simple gesture of thanks for everything she had done and all she had probably sacrificed.
I used to think the Tribesmen Mall catered only to men, and I wasn’t alone in that assumption. The name throws most people off. But that was before I learned its story.
Long before it became the polished shopping mall it is today, the land it stands on was home to a sprawling open-air market and every week, trad
