JJ
Mrs. Taylor came to the shop two days later.
She didn’t have an appointment.
I was finishing a stencil when Stitch appeared beside my station and quietly said, “JJ?”
One look at his face made me set the paper down.
“She’s up front.”
Mrs. Taylor stood near the counter clutching her purse against her stomach. She looked smaller than I remembered, although I knew that wasn’t possible.
I crossed the room.
“Hey.”
“Hi, sweetheart.”
The word nearly broke me.
I hugged her.
She held on longer than either of us normally would have, and when she finally pulled away, her eyes moved around the shop.
“Kinsley would have loved this.”
My throat tightened. “I think she would have.”
“She always complained about the lighting at the other place.”
I laughed softly. “Constantly.”
“She told m
