Angelica

I stormed out of the restaurant, blindly walked down the boardwalk, and ignored Will's yells.

Cameras flashing.

Whispering.

Pointing.

I tripped on my flip flop again.

And ran like hell.

I ran until my legs burned.

Until the threat of people taking pictures of me faded as my legs created distance between me and them.

The minute my feet hit the sand, I grabbed my sandals and ran harder.

The salty ocean air ...