Behind Kevin
Kevin shifted uncomfortably as the old man’s words settled over him. There was weight behind them, something Kevin couldn’t quite understand. The old man looked down at the dress again, smoothing the fabric with shaking hands. He opened his mouth to say more, but then his eyes flicked sharply to the side, scanning the street behind Kevin’s shoulder with sudden urgency, as though something unseen had caught his attention.
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