I shuffled down the stairs from Kyl’s building in a dress I could recognize even if I was blindfolded, the dress was made of smooth black silk, cut low in the back, clinging to places I couldn’t feel anymore. My heels clicked unevenly on the cracked pavement, each step echoing in my chest: clink… clink… as if I were balancing on someone else’s expectations.

I had so much going on for me but yet I felt so hollow, I didn't know why.

Even under streetlights, I could feel every ...