Brooklyn backtracked to the stall she’d seen as they passed by. She had wanted to get something for Drake. She’d managed to smuggle her few meager dollars and hid it on her person hoping to find him something and she saw the perfect gift. He’d given her so much and she felt she’d given him so little.
Not only had he kept her alive and saved her life from a bear he’d helped her come out of her shell. Never would she have thought to take off her glasses and look people in the eyes. Sure she still got some stares and people leaning close to whisper about her but it didn’t affect her like it used to. Drake had helped her with that.
“Can I help you?” The vendor asked as Brooklyn perused the merchandise.
“I’d like that one please.” She pointed to the one she wanted.
“Lovely. I made these
