Leo sat on a bench across from them, kicking his light-up shoes against the baseboard.

He squeezed his worn stuffed rabbit tight against his yellow cardigan, his fingers looped around its faded velvet ear.

Julian looked up as my shadow crossed the floor tiles.

“Audrey,” he called out.

I stopped five feet away and rested my hand protectively on my baby bump.

Julian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“The receiver is going to lock the main shop doors by three o’clock,” Julian said.

“I know,” I said.