ZARA

I stand in the middle of the street, taking everything in: the buildings, the lights wrapping themselves up against the trees, and the snow's delicate flakes falling across my face. In this moment, I can almost pretend that I am a regular person with regular problems.

But a second later, the sound of sirens surround me to remind me that I was not born with that luxury.

I glance back at the flashing lights heading in my direction, knowing that the only thing I can do is run.

And so I do just that.