(Isabella)

I stepped through the gates, the cool breeze wrapping around me like a shroud. My suitcase rolled quietly behind me as I navigated the route toward the bus station. Before I could even get there, I caught sight of a cab and halted it instead. Telling the driver my home address, I entered the cab and he drove off.

The cab weaved through the familiar streets, each turn stirring up a mix of nostalgia and heartache. The world outside the window blurred into a kaleidoscope of ...