Retail Therapy

POV: Hazel

The windshield wipers squeaked across the glass in a steady, painfully monotonous rhythm, dragging back and forth as if mocking the relentless pounding in my head. Outside, the town of Valcrest looked entirely different under the cover of the rainy night. The blurred neon signs of sleepy storefronts bled into the wet pavement, and the familiar, quiet streets seemed to taunt us with the