“Oh.” Talia glanced out the window. The tzedakah woman was still there, waiting to prey on other unsuspecting shoppers
“You have such a nice selection for little girls, I’ll bring my daughter next time,” Talia said, smiling warmly as she headed toward the exit.
On second thought, considering the prices, there was no chance she’d be bringing Esti here. Six-year-olds can wear knockoffs from Ali Express, thank you very much.
“Looking forward!” The woman behind the counter waved.
The moment Talia walked out of Tziptoes, the bag of shoes dangling on her arm, she doubted everything. The past six months came rolling in like heavy fog, the last twenty minutes nearly flattening her. Just close your eyes and keep walking, it’ll all be okay.
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