19 years ago...
Dominique's week started with a rush, not the kind that brought pleasure, but the kind that came with running for your life. She and Ashtray had been out on the streets for hours, trying to offload the last of their stash. Business had been slower than usual, and tensions were high. The police had been cracking down harder, and every shadow felt like it could be hiding a badge.
The night had grown cold, and Dominique's thin jacket did little to keep the chill away. She huddled closer to Ashtray as they walked through the dark alleyways. Ashtray, always paranoid, kept looking over his shoulder. "We need to hit up Marcus," he muttered. "He still owes us from last time."
Dominique nodded, though her mind was elsewhere. She hadn't been feeling well lately. She chalked it up to the drugs and the stress, but something in the pit of her stomach told her it was more than that.
