The shopping center is already busy when our car pulls up.
Glass doors slide open and closed every few seconds as people move in and out carrying bags, drinks, children, and the general chaos that seems to follow malls everywhere.
Marcus parks near the entrance while Aaron steps out first, scanning the area out of habit before opening my door.
"You sure you want to do this?" he asks quietly.
"Very."
He gives a small nod like he expected that answer.
Inside, the mall is loud and bright. Music plays faintly from overhead speakers, as people weave through each other, and the scent of perfume from one of the cosmetic stores floats through the air.
I barely have time to look around before I hear someone shout my name.
"Elaine!"
