I stumbled out of that building like a drunken master. My feet were moving on their own, my body pushed by the wind, my head turning from side to side seeing the people walk by, their lives on track. I wondered if there was any one in them that had such problems I faced, I wondered if there was anyone who was up to the neck, drowning from nothing but problems. I took a step away from the way, my body leaning on the glass wall of the building.
There was no money, there was nothing.
My head dipped down, taking a deep breath, taking out my phone to search for a number only to stop not sure whose number I was looking for. Who did I call at this point? I could not go back to Mathew with such news, what would I be telling him to do. All that he had was that money and it was gone.
