Grace’s POV
The cab weaved through the towering buildings and bustling streets of the city, a world so different from the one I’d grown up in. The energy, the people, the constant movement—it was overwhelming, yet mesmerizing. Finally, the cab came to a stop, and I stepped out in front of a tall, sleek building, clearly the residence of the wealthy.
I stood there for a moment, staring up at the glass structure, trying to gather my courage. This was my new reality, a strange city with strange people, but I had no choice but to adapt. I was on the run, after all.
As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, the voice of the security guard snapped me back to reality. “Miss, you cannot stand here at the entrance. Where do you wish to go?”
“I’m sorry,” I stammered, pulling myself together. “I’m n
