~Sienna~

I duck behind a large display of rocking chairs, my heart hammering so hard I’m sure he can hear it. I’m clutching the baby clothes to my chest like they’re a shield.

"Will there be anything else today?" the clerk asks.

"Actually," Norman pauses. I can hear the rustle of his coat. "Show me those hand-knit blankets in the window. The white ones."

No. No, no, no. Those blankets are right next to where I’m crouching.

I see his polished black shoes move across the floor. He ...