"What are you—"
But Aurora didn't finish. Her brother, Adam, rushed forward and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Pretty sis, go and hide," he whispered in a low, urgent tone, his eyes darting toward the door. "I think I saw someone like him… I mean… Theo Kingsley…"
Daisy froze at the name, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Her palms, still damp from earlier, pressed against the table as if she needed something solid to anchor herself. She dared a glance at the door, terrified yet desperate to see if it was really him.
"Go, now, both of you. I will cover here, he didn't know me." Adam said, pushing Aurora, and gently led Daisy to a storage door.
The bell on the main door chimed.
The faint scrape of shoes echoed against the tiled floor, followed by the soft rustle of plastic packaging as the visitor brushed past a shelf stacked with keychains. Adam straightened his back, plastering on his most professional smile.
