Addis.
The door didn’t budge when Addis approached it thirty minutes later. He almost took the locked door as a sign. A quiet, doubting voice in the back of his mind was telling him that there was still time to leave, that he would be doing both of them a favor with the act. But even in the midst of this, his finger found the buzzer. Her angelic voice cut through the silence like a reward for his small, brave act.
“The Village Vault is closed, friend. We’ll open again tomorrow.”
“Cat? It’s me, Addis.”
There was a long silence. He wondered if the trip had been a mistake. She obviously didn’t want to see him, and he couldn’t blame her. He made it a few steps down the sidewalk before he heard the bell jingle as the door was yanked open.
He could tell when he turned that she was trying t
