Lily's point of view:
I had walked this street in the bar district countless times, holding cold bread while rushing to gigs, jumping off buses in broken-heeled shoes, or fending off drunken bullies while shouting for help.
Back then, all I wanted was to show Tessa that I had grown up, that I could earn a living, free from the constant fear of being caught or beaten down.
As I looked back, I realized that those days weren't great, but I was free.
Whenever I got my paycheck, life didn't seem too bad; it was bearable. At least, it was better than now.
After storming out of the concert hall, I quickly realized that just two blocks away was the place where I used to work and live.
I didn't understand why I ran there without hesitation. Maybe in this strange and untrustworthy environment,
