“Ms. Volkov you are all set” The manager’s words make me tense in Noah’s arms and I pull away abruptly, reminded that we are not alone. I take the debit card from the man’s hand and a folder filled with several papers. I avoid his judging eyes, embarrassed that he had to see that display.
“Thank you, is that all?” I mumble, pretending to look at the folder to avoid the judgy man and Noah’s fierce gaze.
“Yes, Miss. You are all set. Please reconsider keeping those items in a safe deposit box, it would be a shame if--”
“No thanks. We have to go. Thank you for your help.” I say quickly and walk out the door. Noah doesn’t even acknowledge the man, instead, he just follows me silently.
We get to the car and I swing the passenger door open. We both climb into the car, the afternoon heat wa
