We got off the train in the most unlikely of neighborhoods. There seemed to be an orchestra of car alarms going off, and a whole cast of unsavory characters loitering in doorways and standing in the middle of the streets having loud arguments. I was the fish out of water, yet Aurora could have been walking through a meadow of wild flowers. There was a skip about her walk, as if she was gliding. The sun caught her dark hair, showcasing red and caramel highlights, as tendrils of hair pulled loose and danced around her face.
I noticed the attention she got, as she strode purposefully, but there was also a great degree of respect there. A few heavily inked men leaning against an old Chevy called out to her, and she waved back, and as we turned the corner, she embraced a man I'd probably have
