Wait.
Why would Susan bring Lanny out without asking?
Catherine stared hard, double-checking, but the figure that looked remarkably like Susan had already vanished around the corner.
Without thinking, she hurried after them, but her heel caught on the hem of her long dress, causing her to stumble hard.
"Miss, careful!"
A sales associate lunged forward, catching her by the arm.
Catherine steadied herself. When she looked back toward the hallway, the person was long gone.
"Thank you."
She thanked the associate, forcing herself to calm down. Maybe she had just imagined it.
Taking a seat to rub her slightly throbbing ankle, her anxiety got the better of her, and she dialed Susan's number.
Susan answered almost immediately. "Yes?"
"Are you not at the house?" Catherine asked, noticing the echoing background noise on the line.
"I... I just popped out to pick up some groceries. Did you need something?"
Susan stammered slightly.
Catherine peered out of the store window at the bustling crowd. No familiar faces.
"I thought I just saw you outside holding Lanny."
"Oh!" Susan let out a forced laugh. "You must just be missing the little guy. Try to wrap up your work early so you can come home to him."
Catherine murmured an agreement. "Take care. I'll try to be home as soon as I can."
Ending the call, Catherine felt a heavy weight pressing on her chest.
She rubbed her sternum, took a deep breath, and stood up to head back to the fitting room.
She must have been seeing things. There were plenty of people who looked similar from a distance.
And she had only caught a glimpse of the back of someone's head.
Having not worn heels in a while, her ankle throbbed from the misstep, distracting her from overthinking the situation.
Once Celine finished purchasing her dress, Catherine bought a pair of lower heels for the evening.
They split up, heading to the venue separately from Dane.


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