I stood outside the venue, watching luxury cars pull up one after another to collect their well-dressed passengers or to drop them off, while I stood there trying to figure out how exactly I was supposed to get home.
I'd expected Hansel to come after me, but of course, it was an illusion. I was the one who walked out, so why was I expecting special treatment?
But right now, I desperately needed to go home
Home.
That was a joke. Hansel's penthouse wasn't home.
And after what just happened, after the things he'd said to me, I'd rather sleep under a bridge than go back there.
Except I had nowhere else to go.
The reality of my situation hit me like a punch to the gut. I had no money; my phone was still with Hansel, and I had no idea where I even was in relation to anywhere I knew. And the sky above grew darker by the second, promising heavy rain.
The lights at the entrance blurred in my vision, and for a second, I thought maybe I could sit on the curb and cry until morning.
