“Aren’t you excited?” Cora beams as we stop in front of the row of shops, and she reminds me of a bunny jumping up and down.
“Not particularly,” I shrug. I am not going to tell her I am a nervous wreck right now. I have no idea what to expect. Not from the people, not from the shop and definitely not from my emotions. I just pray that I do not freak out and come off as a complete loon. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see if I like shopping or not.”
“Oh, I hope you do,” Cora sighs dreamily and hops out of the truck. I take a few deep breaths before I get out myself.
I am instantly aware of people looking our way and my skin starts to crawl. I do not need my memory to realize that everyone knows everyone around here and that I am a glowing neon sign as a newcomer in town. I grind my teeth a
