Cutting Ties

Vesper's POV

Instead of steering us toward the faded golden arches of the local McDonald's down the street, I hooked a sharp right. Leo stumbled, his worn sneakers scuffing the cracked pavement as I firmly dragged him through the heavy glass double doors of the sprawling Westfield Mall. The blast of over-conditioned air hit my face, carrying the sweet, heavy scent of sugary pretzels, roasted nuts