Chapter 9: Grasping at Straws

*Mia*

As predicted, I didn’t sleep the night before. Before the sun even thought about peeking up over the horizon, I rolled off my sleeping bag and got up, heading to the ferry. It was a strange feeling as I stood against the side of the boat and watched the city get closer and closer.

Stepping off the boat, I started to wander between skyscrapers. I felt even more like I didn’t belong there, as if the city itself had ...