...Dickinson POV…

I pushed open another door, hoping that this time I would find what I was looking for. But as soon as I stepped inside, I knew I had made a mistake. "Oh no," I said to myself. "This is the store."

The room was filled with shelves and racks of merchandise, from clothing to household goods. The air was heavy with the scent of new fabrics and cleaning products.

I turned and went out through the door, nearly running into Emile's mother, who was staring at me incredulously. I beamed a quick smile and scurried away down the hallway. I could hear her muttering to herself as I...