Direction

Nadia had no one. Mark. Cameron. Even Greg.

“I-I don’t love you anymore…”

She had told Greg that. You can’t unsay something like that. She had been having sex with Mark. You can’t undo cheating like that.

Pandora’s box had destroyed her entire life. She went to the bathroom of the diner to wash her face. The cook was sympathetic and said she didn’t need to pay.

Looking in the mirror. A girl without a direction. She had followed Greg for so long as a housewife and then Mark as a trainer. What was her true direction?

She didn’t go to university. She supported Greg through his accounting degree. Maybe that was next for her? School. A real job. Starting a new life…

She left the diner. She googled a cheap hotel and headed into the city. A man in a black hoodie following behind…