Ten minutes later, they saw her again.
Different cart.
Different coat.
Same smile.
Ruiz tensed. “That’s her.”
Kane raised a hand. “Wait.”
The woman was serving customers like nothing had happened.
Like she hadn’t run.
Like she hadn’t vanished.
The girl stepped forward.
“She’ll leave if you rush her,” she whispered.
Kane nodded.
Slowly, they approached.
The woman looked up.
Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“You again,” she said softly.
The girl stepped between them.
“She remembers you now,” the girl said.
The woman’s expression tightened.
“You talk too much,” she said.
Kane stepped closer. “It’s over.”
Her smile broke.
Just for a second.
Then she whispered—
“No.”
And the cart shifted again.
