Nora's POV

I stared hard at the building, my heart beating fast as I moved forward. I hoped I wasn't walking into a trap. I hoped I wasn't going to regret it.

I swallowed the ball of nerves tumbling in my throat and decided to take the risk. There wasn't much I could do anyway while lounging around or else the cops would find me.

I needed to leave as far as I could, and that was impossible without a passport.

The bridge between my freedom and jail was that building. And my hope was in the ...