Chapter 30
The man stood before Brea, his face red with anger, veins bulging at his temples as he ranted, "People like you, always in a rush, never pay attention!" He waved his arms wildly, his voice sharp and rising with each word. The surrounding crowd thickened, drawn by the commotion, and Brea felt the heat of their stares. She forced herself to take a breath. Milo, clutching the hem of her vest with both hands, looked up at her wide-eyed. She touched his head, giving him a soft but reassuring pat. Brea exhaled, the tension in her body refusing to release. "I’m sorry," Brea said evenly, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "It was an accident. We're just trying to get to the station." The man’s eyes narrowed, his irritation refusing to die down. He leaned in closer, causing her to take a
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