His words bring back memories of our drive home, and I remember the people near the border who acted like they were homeless. I nod in understanding, eager to shift topics. "So, where's this bank?" I ask, scanning the streets.
"We're standing right in front of it," Aamon announces, pointing behind me.
I turn around, almost stumbling over my own feet. A massive structure, entirely made of tinted glass, stands imposingly. If Aamon hadn't pointed it out, I'd have mistaken it for an office building.
Inside, the place is cavernous and luxurious. As I join a queue, clutching my paperwork and a small key, Aamon nudges me.
"Umm, Ava, what are you doing?" he whispers.
I stare at him, incredulous. "Isn't it obvious? I'm waiting in line."
A smirk spreads across his lips. "Why would you need to
