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•••••••••• Shiloh •••••••••• The cool night air embraces me as I stand alone in the unfamiliar darkness, the echoes of my sobs lingering. Wrapping my arms around myself, I take a moment to breathe, to steady myself, and it’s then that the realization hits—I don’t know where I am. I look around as I push myself back to my feet, wiping the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and I squint into the darkness, trying to make out any familiar landmarks, but everything is foreign. I don’t know where to go. With a sinking feeling in my chest, I realize I’ve become disoriented in my panic, and I can’t tell which direction I came from. I decide to follow the street down, hoping it’ll lead me somewhere familiar and eventually to the penthouse, even though I don’t know what I’m going t