After what felt like an eternity, Brianna finally spotted Adrian near the plushie rack, sitting on the floor with his head buried in his arms, crying softly. Relief and sadness washed over her in equal measure. She knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around him protectively.
“Adrian,” she said gently, brushing his hair back, “I know you’re upset, and I’m so sorry. But we need to stick together, okay?” As she spoke, she saw the man in the white T-shirt approaching them from the corner of her eye. Her body tensed instantly.