Liliana
I walked through the empty streets with nowhere to go. My feet hurt in these expensive heels, and the midnight blue dress that had made me feel beautiful earlier now felt like a costume I couldn't take off.
The city looked different at night. Darker, colder, more dangerous. Street lamps cast long shadows that seemed to reach for me like grasping fingers. Every sound made me jump, a car engine, footsteps behind me, the distant wail of sirens.
I had no money, no phone, nothing but the clothes on my body. Mikhail had sent me away with nothing, just like my father had done months ago. The irony wasn't lost on me.
After walking for what felt like hours, I found myself in Central Park. The benches were mostly empty except for a few homeless people sleeping under newspapers and cardbo
