Dusk fell, and the evening light dimmed.
The streets were bustling with people, each hurrying along without pause. Claire walked aimlessly amidst the crowd, her slow and detached pace setting her apart from the busy throng.
Edward's threats and Richard's relentless interrogation played over and over in her mind, like a looped nightmare. A wave of frustration churned inside her chest, intensifying with each step.
She strode quickly, paying little attention to the roughness of the pavement beneath her feet.
"c***k!"
A sharp sound broke the rhythm of her walk. The heel of her designer shoe had wedged itself in the cracks of the sidewalk and snapped clean off.
Designer heels, while elegant, were fragile and lacked comfort. For someone like Claire, such luxury was a rare indulgen
