Nora's POV

I ignored the curious looks thrown my way and quickened my steps, scanning the area for a public restroom.

I didn't need a mirror to know that I looked a mess. It wasn't anyone's fault for veering off my path as if I was crazy.

With the bloodstains on my shirt, I had hoped that people would rush in to help me, wondering what I had gone through. It saddened me that empathy was lost and everyone was busy thinking of themselves.

I saw a public restroom and breathed in relief, ...