There's a girl on Bridget's street that is always smiling. But she's dressed in rags, has ratty, tangled hair, and scraped up feet. People donate shoes to her every day. Why doesn't the barefoot girl ever wear them? And what's the secret to her happiness? Can Bridget learn what lasting happiness is from this mysterious girl? What will she learn about herself on the way? And will she ever be free from the one day of her past that haunts her the most? Cover made by @katerina_xx! Thanks for reading everyone! Complete! (And under editing. Nothing about the plot will change:)

I twitch at the thought of it all. At how in an instant, your life could change forever. At how no matter how hard you try, you can never undo what's already been done. All that's left is to live through the aftermath. Three, two, one.