166. The Breakdown She Earned

Nova

I don’t remember how I get back to the hotel. In fact, I don't remember getting back at all.

The city folds around me like a blur… lights, traffic and voices that don’t touch me because I am in my own bubble. My feet move on instinct alone, carrying a body that feels hollowed out, like everything solid has been scooped from my chest and left behind on that porch. It's a shell of me walking.

By the time I swipe my keycard and step into the room, I’m ...