A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night [top] -

Leila reached into her satchel without looking, her fingers brushing over the familiar objects: a half-empty bottle of water, a crumpled prescription pad, and finally, the cool metal of her grandfather’s compass. It was broken, its needle spinning uselessly. She carried it for weight, not direction.

“It’s late,” she said. Her voice was calm, almost bored. Not a victim’s voice. A witness’s voice. a girl walks home alone at night