The powerful gust of wind blew across the city, knocking over many mailboxes. Olivia’s hair whipped around her face. Quickly holding them back, she walked with long strides across the garden.
The sky was pitch black, a storm was approaching. Probably not the best time to run away, she thought nervously while taking quick glances behind her. She walked as fast as she could, clenching her teeth. The cold was affecting her, but she had no other choice but to keep on walking.
She looked on the street hopefully wondering if she could get a ride to the airport. A small black cab stopped in front of her and she climbed in gladly. Instructing the driver to take her to the nearest airport, she rubbed her hands together and and clutched her small bag. It was the only belonging she had ever since s
