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open. Cora Foster stepped into the brightly lit vest
lickered. They instantly illuminated the pu
back her soaked hood just enough to see the aisles
from her jawline to her temple. It was
exit stopped dead in his tracks. He sucked in a sha
his tires squeaking against the linoleum. He avoided her gaze co
, painful knot. She forced herself to ignore the reaction. She walked
gripped the handle. She walked down aisle four and picked up a discoun
et employee named Trish Kowalski turned her
's hand slipped. It hit th
, her upper lip curling in disgust. She took a physica
ck a row of canned tomatoes. "Don't stare," Sharon murmured under her breath, her eyes fixed on the shelf but her voice tight wit
rip on the basket handle, the cheap plastic digging into her palm. She pretended th
y toward the checkout lanes. She stopped
eked over her mother's shoulder. He
mouth fell open. Then, she let ou
tany and yanked the child into her chest. Karen's eyes found Cora
iet store. "Coming out looking like that in the middle of the night? Yo
s turned to look. Their eyes were f
hard it physically hurt. Her throat closed
at the scuffed toes of her canvas sneakers
ed her bags and dragged her crying daughter toward the exi
She placed her single box of ma
used to look up. Tammy kept h
peed. Her fingers visibly trembled as
Tammy muttered
lammed the change onto the counter, and tossed the receipt next t
d up and pulled her hood far forward, completely hi
glass doors and stepped back
d skin of her scar. It stun
She lowered her head against the wind and started
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