"Yeah. I will do it." Davis took a deep breathe then slowly the wheelchair made its entrance into the mall.
Jessica holding Davis hand noticed his grip tightening on her fingers as the go further and further into the mall.
Pamela look at the duo, one on the wheelchair, the other standing by shielding the seated from the wind and rain. Her lips curled upward.
"What section do we go to first?" Let's start with the female section. They nodded in unison.
Whispers rippled through the mall like a quiet storm. Several heads turned, eyes widening in recognition, curiosity, and, in some cases, thinly veiled shock.
Davis felt the weight of their stares pressing down on him, heavy and suffocating. It was the moment he had dreaded—the scrutiny, the murmurs, the silent judgments.
"Is that Davis Allen?"
"Wow… the heir of the Allen family? In a wheelchair?"
"He hasn't been seen in public for so long… I thought—"
