Her slender figure swayed like a withered flower in the wind—fragile, barely holding on.
With every gust, she looked as if she could collapse at any moment.
Janet blinked rapidly, trying desperately to bring the world into focus. But just then, a sharp screech of tires rang in her ears, and everything went dark again.
Startled, she instinctively stumbled backward.
A trembling hand covered her lips as her breath hitched in quiet sobs.
Can I not even walk straight anymore?
Is this how far it's come?
A red Ferrari screeched to a halt in front of her, and as the door swung open with a crisp thud, a familiar voice called out from above.
"Janet… what happened to you?"
She looked up through teary eyes, the blurred edges of her vision slowly revealing a face she hadn't seen in so long… yet one she recognized instantly.
Her tears flowed harder.
"Janet… talk to me. What's going on?"
