It dawned on me that I couldn’t go anywhere without an ID card, and that reality hit me hard when Dad forced me to go shopping today. He promised me there wouldn’t be as many agents at the fashion shops as the mall. He was right when we went to Bella’s Fashion Store. There was hardly anyone in the shop, let alone agents.
“Do you know how long Mom took to get a dress?” I asked Dad. I was sitting on a nearby stool while he rummaged through the racks.
“Probably a few weeks,” he said.
I shifted in my seat. “I took the McCoys to the wishing well. We all made wishes with my coins, except Ally.”
“Were you fine with giving away your precious coins?” Dad asked, slinging a dress on his arm.
“They had true wishes. I was confident.” Let it take however long, but those wishes must come true. “Are
