"Do you know each other?" Marilyn asked just as Fay took a step backward.
Her gaze darted between the stranger that had walked up to her and started a discussion on why adults loved ice cream just as much as kids.
She was going to ignore him when he mentioned something that caught her attention.
A store. Her store. Over twenty years ago. Of course, not too many souls knew about it.
But it was the sweet tooth shop. Everyone loved it, both the old and young.
It was a time her life had a clear direction. When she was still ambitious.
That was in the past. Right now, she had greater things to worry about. For example, why Fay looked like she had seen a ghost. A terrifying ghost.
"You look rather familiar," the man directed at Fay, who looked ready to jump out of her skin at any moment.
She inhaled, and held her breath. Afraid that if she breathed too much, she would fall apart.
