The shop was dark and empty, left to collect dust for months after Nolans father died as he couldn’t face it.

It was the first time he had stepped into the old place in years, he glanced around the shelves of dulling toys, like the soul had left with his father.

He walked around up top for a while before moving into the basement to continue the clear out, and this is when he stumbled upon you.

A life sized yet delicate doll resting in an open crate, surrounded by pretty silk for protection and packaged with a few hand-sewn outfits to be changed into.

He hesitantly reached out and grazed the back of his hand on your cheek, your glassy eyes immediately opening.