As I left the house, I felt like my legs could hardly support me. I wandered down the Heights, feeling lost and vulnerable. Even though I’d lived here for five years, my knowledge of the area was limited to the path between my house, the bar near the square, and the hospital where I had spent countless days with my parents.
My heart was heavy as I arrived at the square, on the brink of tears. I never thought that Edison, the man I once loved, would become such a toxic and vile person. My stomach growled with hunger, reminding me that all I’d had since yesterday was a cup of coffee. The sight of a salad stand offered a glimmer of relief, so I decided to treat myself to something cold to soothe both my hunger and the sweltering heat.
Sitting at a table, I ordered a full salad from the chee
