I had to keep all my belongings tightly close to me just so I wasn't robbed in dead daylight without me even knowing what was happening.
"Huh? Isn't that?"
All of a sudden, Quincy pointed out a carriage that began to stroll down the street, carried by very burly and muscular horses.
The carriage looked as if it was for nobles, and the woman sitting peacefully inside locked eyes with me.
"Mom?" I muttered, my entire being freezing in place as I stared into the singular glass pane.
But, as the carriage grazed past the road, the woman inside didn't even come out to say anything, as if she had already forgotten about me.
"Babe? What's wrong?" Quincy asked as she placed her hand on my shoulder.
"I-I might just be seeing things, but I swear I saw my mother in that carriage… l-let's follow it. We can save the shopping for later, right?"
