Damon walked alongside his mom, Aoife, as they made their way to the thrift store Joey had recommended.
The sun cast a warm glow over the sidewalk, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
They passed by a small café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting out into the street.
As they walked, Damon couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and gratitude.
The envelope from Mr. Steele had contained a generous sum of $600, which would go a long way in helping them get back on their feet.
He had told his mom about it last night, and they had agreed to use some of it to buy new clothes.
The thrift store came into view, its faded sign creaking gently in the breeze. Aoife pushed open the door, and they stepped inside.
The store was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old clothes and fabric softener.
Rows of racks stretched out before them, packed tightly with garments of every color and style.