Dominic didn't wait for daylight to fully break before he had us moving.
We left the café through the back exit, the same practiced caution he'd used all night, checking the alley before letting me step outside. The morning air had turned colder, and even with the jacket he'd given me, I still felt the wind cutting straight through, like the city itself wanted me gone.
"There's a bus station on the east side," he said, keeping his voice low as we walked. "Not the one closest to us. The one nobody would think to check first."
"You planned for this," I said. "Running. Even before last night."
"I've had to run before." He didn't elaborate, and I didn't push. Some wounds needed time before they were ready to be looked at directly, and I understood that better than most people could right n
