Eralia’s POV
I smile at the baker, before I look down at myself, my smile slipping away as I realise I’m still wearing the clothes I borrowed from the apartment upstairs.
‘Oh, let me go change quickly into my clothes, umm . . .’ I frown awkwardly, ‘do you want me to take them home to wash them or put them in the machine upstairs . . .’
I don’t know when I’ll be able to get them back to her, I have to take our laundry to the laundromat which is over forty minutes away and I only go once a week, sometimes less depending on how many quarters I have, which at the minute is none.
Mackenzie waves me away, ‘just keep them’ she replies as though it’s no big deal.
‘Oh I can’t . .’ I start quickly.
The bakery owner raises an eyebrow at me, ‘everything up there is spare clothes that the rest of
