After Zach asked Jessica for directions to the shop, he bid her farewell and exited the store. Mounting his bicycle, he pedaled swiftly towards the alley she had mentioned, not far from the bookstore. However, upon reaching the designated spot for the vintage shop, he encountered a closed shoe repair store instead. Alighting from his bicycle, he scanned the neighboring shops, but the vintage shop was nowhere in sight, leaving him bewildered. He retraced his steps to the front of the shoe repair shop, double-checking for any signs of the vintage store. Peering through the window, disappointment washed over him as he observed rows of shoes inside. With a sigh, he stepped back, pausing to catch his breath.
"The shop is closed. Come back tomorrow," a woman said.
Zach glanced behind him, spotting an elderly woman clutching a push broom. "Um, I'm looking for the vintage shop. My friend said it's around here," he explained, gesturing towards the repair shop.
"Oh... Harris sold all his wares and left with his son months ago, young man," she informed him.
"Harris? Was he the owner of the vintage shop that was here before?" he inquired.
"Mm-hmm," the old woman confirmed with a nod.
"Do you happen to know where I can find him?" he pressed, his tone tinged with desperation.
She began sweeping the scant snow off the sidewalk. "I heard they live on Morgan Street."
"Do you know his exact address?" he inquired.
"No," she replied without looking up.
Though disappointed, he masked his emotions. "Do you... know his full name? It's really important that I speak with him."
She halted her sweeping to meet his gaze briefly before resuming her task. "Harris Devon."
After checking his wristwatch, he offered her a quick thank you before hopping back onto his bicycle and pedaling out of the alley. On his way to Morgan Street, he tried to recall the vintage store. Images of a place filled with various old and antique items floated through his memory, but uncertainty clouded his mind as he couldn't recall purchasing a necklace there. The discovery failed to bring him joy as it only deepened the mystery surrounding his strange dreams, leaving him increasingly desperate for answers.
Arriving at Morgan Street, he dismounted his bicycle and found respite beneath a nearby tree, easing the ache in his legs from pedaling. As he regained his strength against the trunk of the tree, he surveyed the surroundings, noting the rows of houses lining both sides of the road. After a brief rest, he rose to his feet and strolled along the sidewalk, pushing his bicycle. Whenever he encountered pedestrians, he inquired about Harris Devon, but none were familiar with the name. Doubt crept in as he wondered if Harris truly resided in the area.
After over an hour of searching, he felt completely hopeless as nobody had been able to tell him where Harris Devon was. Exhaustion washed over him, his body weary and his stomach grumbling with hunger and thirst. Glancing at his wristwatch, he saw it was nearly four in the afternoon. Disheartened, he mounted his bicycle and started the journey back home. As he pedaled past five houses, with just four more to go until reaching the main road, he caught sight of a house across the street. An old man sat on the porch in a lounging chair. Intrigued, he slowed down and debated internally whether to continue home or make one last attempt to find Harris Devon. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the road and approached the house. Once on the opposite sidewalk, he carefully placed his bicycle on the edge of the lawn and called out, "Excuse me, sir?"
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Divine & Wicked: The Trapped Memories (Book2)
Fantasy(Fantasy•Romance) COMPLETED Zach woke up with an addled mind and empty heart a few days after his surgery. He seemed to feel that his life had begun again. As he continued with what he thought was his normal life, fragments of his lost past slowly b...
