Back on the main concourse, the crowds were thicker. The layout of the complex confused her. Irenya could not recall how she had entered the building except for a moving ramp. She looked for location signs, saw one for exit, and hurried in the direction of the arrow. Somehow, she had to find the bus stop near the car park entrance.
I mustn’t miss Natalie!
She ran down a passage and pushed through a heavy door out into the blazing sun. Heat-buckled air burned her face. A scorching wind bounced off acres of an empty asphalt car park and ballooned her skirt around her legs. The long-sleeved, fitted bodice of her dress, perfect for a summer’s day among the Ilkyrie Peaks, stuck to her skin, and the beaded shoes pinched feet already swollen by a frantic, downhill rush to the shopping complex.
