Leela ran back upstairs to her room to grab her wallet from the duffel bag. The one with the whole in the bottom that Elana had so graciously pointed out.
She paused in front of the mirror. The sweater and black leggings Elana had lent her actually looked good on her. She looked cozy, soft and safe.
But then, she looked down toward her feet. Elana was right, her sneakers were a tragedy. The once white canvas was gray with grime, the laces were fraying, and the sole on the left one was starting to separate from the shoe. They were the shoes that had carried her away from her parents' house, through the rain and into the fog.
She wiggled her toe, watching the hole in the canvas expand. "Time for you two to go," she whispered to her feet. "It's been a good run." She smiled at her own comme
