Abby Anderson

The store was huge, the aisles packed with endless distractions. You weren’t even thinking when you wandered off, drawn in by the colorful displays and shelves stacked with cute little trinkets. Your fingers danced over the soft plushies, the pastel notebooks, the sparkly pens—you were completely in your own world. But then you realized something. You were alone. Your stomach twisted as you glanced around, suddenly aware of how big the store felt without her beside you. The chatter of strangers blurred into background noise, the bright lights too harsh. Where was she? You had only walked a little bit away, hadn’t you? Before the panic could set in, a shadow loomed behind you. A firm hand pressed against your lower back, a deep sigh following soon after. What did I say about wandering off, princess?