Where's my Dad...
As I walked down the street, a soft chuckle escaped my lips. The sound of my own amusement felt oddly misplaced in the quiet evening, but I couldn’t help it.
Everything that had happened today was almost ridiculous.
"You're so sentimental, Diana," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.
For a fleeting moment, I had truly believed I was going to die in that elevator. My heart had pounded like a war drum, my mind spiraling into the worst-case scenarios. But here I was, walking under the vast night sky, my feet carrying me forward as if nothing had happened.
The thought of it now seemed almost laughable.
I pulled my coat tighter around me as a cool breeze drifted past, ruffling my hair. The street was quiet except for the occasional car passing by, its headlights
