I felt it. Chloe felt it too.

Her smirk twitched.

“Keep going,” she said, but her voice had lost something.

I swallowed and continued. “The fabric I used is not new. It is silk that was gifted to me almost twenty years ago by a woman I once helped during the hardest winter of her life. She had two little girls and nowhere to go.”

I lifted my eyes from continue reading …