Faking A Smile
“May I help you ma’am?” asks a polite member of staff while rearranging a shelf of colorful t-shits. “No thank you,” Irene replies, faking a smile and shuffling off towards the checkout. She took a deep breath and squeezed her husband’s hand.
As she walked closer to the tills, Irene tried to calm herself down, but the thought of her dear grandson in trouble plagued her mind.