Chapter 37

• SARA'S POV
• I sat on the cold bench outside the mall, glaring at the bags around my feet. The place was mostly empty now. Staff wandered by, cleaning up, locking doors, switching off the bright fluorescent lights one section at a time. It was getting late. Too late.
• I pulled out my phone, thumb hovering over Darragh’s contact. I should call him. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he got caught up in something important. He always kept his promises. Always.