Ruby's footsteps slowed as the fog thickened around her, swallowing the path ahead. She could barely see her own feet, and the twisted shadows of the branches above stretched across the ground like skeletal fingers.
Her stomach growled softly, a reminder of her poor decision to leave the house without bringing money.
Why did I run out like that…? she thought, sighing to herself. Adrian's words had struck a nerve, dragging memories she had tried hard to bury back to the surface.
The way he looked at her—the disbelief, the anger—reminded her too much of someone from her past. Someone whose face she didn't want to remember.
Ruby crossed her arms tightly over her chest, hoping the gesture would push the ache down.
But it didn't.
Now, standing alone under the faint light of the flickering old yellow street lamps, she regretted storming off.
