chapter 6(3)

Abbie I open the note Clarice had given me, glancing between the paper and the things on the shelves. I try to match the cursive writing to what is written on the products. However, after a few minutes, I still haven't found a single thing that matches her handwriting. Soon, I feel a presence behind me. The warmth of his chest seeps into my back as he leans down behind me and peers over my shoulder at my empty basket. "What are you doing?" he asks curiously. Heat floods my cheeks as I show him the list. He takes it, looks at it briefly, then peers down at me. My cheeks burn with humiliation, knowing I have to admit I can't read it. I avert my gaze to the back of the store. "I… I can't read," I whisper to him. "Pardon?" he questions as he leans closer. My entire body heats with embarrassment. "I don't know how to read," I repeat, and Gannon seems taken aback as he stands. "Why didn't you say so? I would have helped you," he whispers, taking my basket and grabbing my hand. Gannon looks a