He ran.

He ran as if he had never run before. His heart beat in his chest, a wild look in his eyes as he raced down the dim streets, the sunset overhead mocking him with the time he had lost.

‘Their plane leaves today,’ Dex had said, ‘I don’t know what time.’

But Nikos could only hope he could make it.

People were still out for the last bits of sunlight, and he dodged and weaved through them, begging the universe that they had ...