Kyra’s POV

I sat on the bench outside the billing office, clutching my bag tightly against myself while checking the time on my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. My leg tapped anxiously into the grass below as the seconds slowly crawled by, a tight knot twisting in my stomach while I waited painfully for his call or for his figure to suddenly burst from around one of the blocks, walking towards me.

Leo was supposed to return the money before six, just like we agreed, but I’d ...