Chapter 91

Grace decided to have a walk through the crowded streets. People rushed past her in every direction and their conversations blended into a dull, meaningless hum. The scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery mixed with the faint tang of car exhaust, somehow made her feel different.

Her gaze flickered from one stranger to another, watching them move, talk, laugh and

live.

She passed the vendors calling out their prices, the groups of people chatting on the sidewalks, the children tugging at their parents’ hands, begging for sweets.

It was all so

normal.

But normal was something she would never have.

And maybe that was why she felt so out of place here, like a shadow slipping through the cracks of a world she could never be a part of.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, something—or rather,

someone—caught her attention.

A man sat a few feet away from her, slouched in an old wheelchair, his posture relaxed yet unreadable. He