Silent Wishes

Stella

“Shall we?” Vance asks, nodding his head toward the sidewalk.

I nod, and follow him away from the shop, away from the little shoes that warm my heart and break it at the same time. Our feet continue to carry us along the bustling streets of the holiday market, the scent of hot apple cider still wafting through the air.

The sight of those adorable little shoes in the shop window and the sad