She nodded vigorously, her mood brightening at the prospect. She felt like she was dreaming as she looked at her surroundings in full now. Gone was the little cottage by Lake Michigan, replaced by a bustling town and the midday sun beating down on her head. Sweat started to bead on the back of her neck.
Kinza followed Zaid down the street, past one-story houses similar to the one they just left. People walked every which way shouting and laughing, cars honking as they swerved around pedestrians. They soon came out to a larger intersection of streets, most of which looked to be lined with stores, restaurants, and businesses, each with doors and windows wide open to let the breeze in.
“Where are we?” she asked finally. It was already way too warm for her sweater, so she took it off. It sme
