The days had blurred into a never-ending cycle of pain, frustration, and uncertainty. My fractured arm, encased in a sky blue cast, only made me feel more vulnerable. The hospital visits had become a grim routine, and the medical bills were piling up.
As I stepped into the nearby café that afternoon, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. I had dressed in a nondescript hoodie and sweatpants, trying to stay low-key amidst the public's disdain for me. The incident with the car had been a chilling reminder that my past had caught up with me in the most dangerous way possible.
Penny was seated at a corner table, a steaming mug of coffee cupped between her hands. As I approached, Penny's bright eyes met mine, and she offered a faint smile that was quickly wiped
