“Why are we at the mall?” I asked.
“Because your clothes have holes in them,” Steven said, taking my arm in his hand and showing me the hole that I usually played with in my sweatshirt. “I’m going to buy you some warm clothes for the winter.”
“But—”
“Don’t argue with me, Sierra,” he said, pulling me into Luxe Room, one of the most expensive clothing stores in the mall. “Either you can pick the clothes out yourself or I’ll buy you clothes that I want to see you wear.”
After biting back a sigh, I followed him into the store and glanced around at the clothes that were way out of my price range. I hadn’t even shopped here when my parents were alive and we had a little bit of extra money.
way An hour later, Steven shoved his credit card back into his wallet and grabbed the three giant bags
