ALLISON.

The bustling market of Chicago buzzed around me, a vibrant symphony of voices, laughter, and the occasional honk of a car horn. This scene was a huge contrast to the usual peaceful lifestyle I have back in the most secluded part of Missouri. Not that I complain though. It was nice to have a change of scenery once in a while. If only I was here for a vacation.

I weaved through the throngs of people, the scent of food carts wafting through the air—tacos, pretzels, something sweet and ...