The moment my fingers brushed the fabric of the coat, I knew it was expensive. She handed it over so casually, and a wave of emotion hit me-gratitude tangled with guilt. I had come here with a calculated purpose, yet she responded with nothing but kindness and concern.

“Ma’am, this coat is far too valuable. I can’t take it,” I said.

“It’s just a coat. There’s no such thing as ‘too valuable,” she replied, her voice calm and steady, her easy dismissal of material things only deepening my guilt over my intentions.

But I couldn’t back out. If I didn’t follow through, Hayden’s life-and mine-could be at risk.

I stood frozen, unable to move or speak, just staring at her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, noticing the shift in my mood.

Pressing my lips together, I finally introduced myself. “Mrs. Drago, my name is Keira Kay.”