I tighten the coat around my body, the winter air sharp against my skin. I don't want to go home yet—not to the quiet, empty house where my dad is probably at his office, overworking himself as usual, unaware that his daughter is standing on a street corner, feeling like an afterthought.
My fingers tremble slightly as I pull out my phone, scrolling through my contacts. I hesitate for a moment before pressing Mia’s name.
The phone rings once. Twice.
"Hey, babe!" Mia’s voice is bright, filled with warmth, as if she’s been waiting for this call. "What’s up? Aren't you supposed to be on your fancy dinner date with your man right now?”
I let out a breathy laugh, one that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. "Yeah, well… change of plans."
There’s a pause on the other end. Then, Mia’s tone
