Hailey's POV

The weather today was quite unfavorable. Despite the coolness in the air, an underlying heat lingered, a discomfort overshadowed by the tasks awaiting me.

My routine in the boutique followed a predictable pattern. Unlike a desk job with a computer screen, my role involved folding clothes, helping customers, and succumbing to the monotony. It became a feeble attempt, a daily ritual to divert my thoughts from the haunting shadows of my father's troubled past and the echoing void ...