CHAPTER 50
Ava’s POV
The clothing section occupied almost the entire second floor of the shopping mall, and the moment Mara led me into it, I understood why she’d been so eager to come here. Every rack was neatly arranged according to color and style, soft lighting hung overhead, and full-length mirrors stood at every corner, making the space feel larger than it actually was. The scent of new fabric lingered in the air, mixing with the faint perfume drifting from nearby cosmetic displays.
I wandered between the rows at my own pace, my fingers brushing lightly over neatly folded sweaters before moving to another rack filled with denim. There was something oddly therapeutic about shopping without rushing. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder eve
