Outside the station, Pedro stood still for a long moment. He couldn’t move. His emotions—grief, hope, exhaustion—tangled into a knot in his chest. That hadn’t been Lola, but that didn’t mean she was safe. He still had no idea where she was. Or if she was coming back at all.
The encounter left him so rattled that he didn’t want to go home. Instead, he drove straight back to the shop. The street was empty, the shutters on nearby stores closed for the night. He unlocked the door, left the lights off except one bulb, and sat down inside—alone.