Sister’s shop

Benjamin drew a shaky breath. “Her sister owns that flower shop there. Sofia helps there sometimes. And when she does, I sit across the road with her dress, watching from a distance. It’s all I allow myself.” His voice hardened slightly, the memory surfacing. “When you approached me earlier, she stepped out of the shop, moving closer. Fear took hold of me. I panicked, terrified she might see me suddenly and be frightened.”
Page 61 of 70