Evelyn.The bell above the heavy oak door chimed, a bright, cheerful sound that always seemed out of place with the quiet static in my head.I smoothed down the front of the knit cardigan I was wearing, stepping out from behind the counter of The Thread & Needle. It was a small, dusty clothing boutique on Oakhaven’s main street, filled with the scent of cedar wood, linen spray, and aged wool. The owner, an elderly woman named Martha who walked with a heavy silver cane, had taken me on two weeks ago without asking a single question about why an overqualified girl was looking for part-time retail work."Good afternoon," I forced a polite, practiced smile onto my face as a tall man in a flannel shirt and heavy work boots stepped inside. "Let me know if you’re looking for anything specific.""Actually, I think I am," the man replied, dropping his keys onto the counter with a heavy clatter. He had a rugged, friendly face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gave me a slow, appreciati
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