As I walked out of the store, the weight of the wallet in my hand felt heavier than it should have. I glanced down at it—a sleek, expensive piece, crafted with fine leather and embossed with the logo of a brand most people would only dream of owning.
I sighed, turning it over in my hands. "What am I even doing with this thing?" I muttered under my breath.
It was meant to embarrass Brianna, and it had done the job perfectly. But now, it felt like a ridiculous token of an unnecessary victory.
I turned the corner, my feet taking me toward a part of the city where the streets weren't as polished, the air felt heavier, and life moved a little differently.
I passed a few makeshift tents and small clusters of people bundled in mismatched clothes.
One of them, a wiry man with a scruffy beard and a cigarette dangling from his lips, spotted me. "Hey, lady! This ain't a tourist spot. What're you doin' here?"
