Chapter 468 In a Fashion Frenzy

The salesperson sized me up and beamed, "Right away, sir." She turned to me, "What's your style, miss?" I glanced over at him, lounging in the seating area like he owned the place, and my mouth quivered in spite of myself. All that just to go shopping? I could not figure out his angle, and frankly, I did not want to. I just told the salesperson, "I'm all about comfort." She nodded and we dove into the racks of clothes. It had been ages since I had gone clothes shopping. Lately, I had almost forgotten that I was a vibrant young woman in her prime, with the same simple pleasures as anyone else—flowers, window-shopping, delicious treats, and a bit of fun. I couldn't pinpoint when it all started, but my mind was a jigsaw puzzle of broken memories: Kobe, torn apart by an explosion, Officer Jackson, his last breath stolen by a downpour, Renata, consumed by flames, Jack, whose heartbeat faded in a hospital bed, and Moore and Christina, broken by the cruelty of prison walls. Dead or aliv