SABRINA
As the jet's wheels touched down in New York, I felt a sudden heaviness settle over me, as though my mood had taken a nosedive along with the plane. Despite my best efforts to summon excitement and focus on the upcoming event, it was a futile attempt to uplift my spirits. Blaming an entire city for the actions of one man seemed irrational, and I refused to subject myself to such self-inflicted suffering.
Seth, sitting beside me, sensed my unease and inquired, "Are you alright? You appear quite tense."
I mustered a strained smile and turned my gaze towards the window, concealing the turmoil within. "I'm fine," I replied, struggling to ward off the flood of unpleasant memories that this city held for me. "By the way, why am I riding with you instead of the other models?" I couldn
