I bit the corner of my bottom lip, suddenly uncomfortable. I hated feeling uncomfortable. I pushed it aside and began looking around at the racks of clothes. In no time at all, I had almost more than I could carry. I looked around for Rory, but I couldn’t find him. An older girl, around her twenties, came over. “Hi, I’m Karen, are you Lexie?” I nodded. “Your Uncle Rory asked me to help you get everything you needed, including bras and underwear.”
