She checked her watch. 10:15 and here she was standing in the rain on the corner of North and Summit. The high-end townhouses spilled their golden light into the wet street, and once again she found her mind wondering just what the hell she thought she was doing.
There were six steps of designer concrete between her and a whole new world. This was a chance to put it behind her. They didn’t know where she came from. They didn’t know WHO she came from.
She hesitated as her stiletto clicked against the concrete. They didn’t know she was broken.