Chapter 6
Ivy paused in front of the hardware store’s window. Nailed It always had beautiful, interesting window dressings. The co-owner, Jen, had superb artistic sense and changed the windows weekly to showcase their new, seasonal merchandise.
This week, a miniature train chugged through a snowy village complete with streetlights. Music played through a speaker outside the window, and Ivy hummed along to Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas Is You. Ivy smiled to herself. That was probably Jen’s choice, too.
Shivering in the crisp morning breeze off the ocean, Ivy pulled her silvery gray down vest—once used for skiing—around her white cotton turtleneck. She’d pulled on black denim jeans today and added a lightweight wool, red-and-green plaid scarf with silvery threads. Since finding
