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  1. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
  2. ONE
  3. Rosey
  4. TWO
  5. Byron
  6. THREE
  7. Rosey
  8. FOUR
  9. Byron
  10. FIVE
  11. Rosey
  12. SIX
  13. Byron
  14. SEVEN
  15. Rosey
  16. EIGHT
  17. Rosey
  18. NINE
  19. Byron
  20. TEN
  21. Rosey
  22. ELEVEN
  23. Byron
  24. TWELVE
  25. Rosey
  26. THIRTEEN
  27. Byron
  28. FOURTEEN
  29. Rosey
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. Rosey
  32. SIXTEEN
  33. Byron
  34. SEVENTEEN
  35. Rosey
  36. EIGHTEEN
  37. Byron
  38. NINETEEN
  39. Rosey
  40. TWENTY
  41. Rosey
  42. TWENTY-ONE
  43. Byron
  44. TWENTY-TWO
  45. Byron
  46. TWENTY-THREE
  47. Rosey
  48. TWENTY-FOUR
  49. Rosey
  50. TWENTY-FIVE
  51. Byron
  52. TWENTY-SIX
  53. Rosey
  54. TWENTY-SEVEN
  55. Byron
  56. TWENTY-EIGHT
  57. Rosey
  58. TWENTY-NINE
  59. Byron
  60. THIRTY
  61. Rosey
  62. THIRTY-ONE
  63. Rosey
  64. THIRTY-TWO
  65. Byron
  66. THIRTY-THREE
  67. Rosey
  68. THIRTY-FOUR
  69. Rosey
  70. THIRTY-FIVE
  71. Byron
  72. THIRTY-SIX
  73. Rosey
  74. THIRTY-SEVEN
  75. Byron
  76. THIRTY-EIGHT
  77. Byron
  78. EPILOGUE
  79. A month later – New York City
  80. 14 months later - Star Falls
  81. MR. MAYFAIR
  82. Beck
  83. Beck
  84. Stella
  85. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY

The upside of having my phone is being able to figure out there’s an outdoor supply store in town that opens at nine. I slept in my dress because I couldn’t face putting it back on in the morning, even though Byron was kind enough to give me a change of clothes. And a wedding dress covers me slightly more than Byron’s tee—any way I cut it, I’d look like an escapee from an asylum. But I can’t go another moment wearing it, which is why I’ve been standing outside Snail Trail for the past fifteen minutes. Me and a gigantic moose. Not a real one, of course. It’s as tall as me and painted glossy brown, with large cartoon eyes and antlers that obscure a chunk of the Snail Trail window.

A woman with a bright red sweater comes to the glass door, flips the Closed sign to Open, and unlocks the door. I can’t get in there quick enough. I don’t have a ton of savings, but over the years, I’ve managed to put a little away. Mom would always take the majority of our paychecks. For rent and food and other bills. She’d let us keep a small amount for clothes and a rare trip to the movies. Mom would kill me if she knew any of us had a savings account.

“Hi there,” the woman says. Her smile is contagious, even first thing in the morning. “Please come in.” She pokes her head out of the door. “Morning, Marv.” I’m pretty sure she just spoke to the moose, but given my outfit, I’m not fit to judge anyone’s mental health.

“Thank you,” I say as I glance around, trying to figure out what I can wear. Anything is better than what I’m currently in. I don’t even have a change of underwear. I need everything.

“Can I help you with anything?” the woman asks.

I exhale. It’s not like I can cover up the fact I’m dressed in a wedding gown, half covered up with a t-shirt, zipless hoodie and a man’s jacket. “I’ve had an unexpected detour, and I need a full change of clothes. Or two.”

I figure I can start working out a plan once I don’t feel so conspicuous. The wedding dress needs to go.

“Well, I’m sure we can get you set up,” she says. “My name is Marge. Shall we start with…” She looks around the store. “Pants. Then we can decide on everything else.”