Elena’s POV

I hailed a taxi with trembling fingers, only realizing too late that the pickup location was still set to the intersection I’d used earlier that afternoon.

My ankle throbbed in protest the moment I tried to shift my weight. By the time I corrected myself, the driver had already accepted the order.

Great.

Canceling now would cost time I didn’t have. Gritting my teeth, I stuffed my phone back into my bag and began limping toward the intersection.

The distance wasn’t ...