Georgiana finally stepped out into the night, her heart racing with anticipation. The rain poured heavily, drumming against her car roof like a thousand tiny drummers. The visibility was low; she could barely see the road ahead. Yet, despite the weather, she drove cautiously, determined to navigate the slick streets safely. Driving had always been her refuge, a way to clear her mind.
It was around 2:30 a.m., and the world felt eerily quiet, except for the persistent sound of rain. As she glanced around, she noticed other cars passing by, their headlights cutting through the darkness. A sense of comfort washed over her; she wasn’t entirely alone. It surprised her to see so many others out at this hour, and for a moment, she felt connected to them, sharing this strange experience of the nig
