The rain-streaked glass of the taxi window did little to blur the harsh reality of the world outside, but to Sarah, the passing city lights were nothing more than a smeared canvas of neon and gray. Her forehead rested lightly against the cold pane, the engine's steady vibration rattling through her bones, echoing the turbulent thoughts that refused to quiet down.
She was drowning in the aftermath of her encounter with Keith. Every word he had uttered at the restaurant seemed to hang in the damp air of the car, suffocating her.
