The bus to Brownsville took forever.
Riley literally sat on the edge of her seat the whole time, hoping to get off as soon as possible.
Even though Brownsville wasn’t exactly an aristocratic town, completely opposite really—the familiarity of the streets and faces she had seen passing or at the diner gave her some sense of safety and control.
But being on the bus full of strangers made her feel lonely and unsafe and at the laser focus on every single person.
However, once the bus pulled over at the bus stop nearest to the diner, Riley was out like a bat. It wasn’t until she stood right outside the entry door of the building, she found herself calming down.
But her calmness was short lived because as she took her first steps forward, she felt the back of her neck prickling in discomfor
