Chapter 17

RACHAEL'S POV

I sat in the backseat of the taxi, I had no destination in mind, no place to go. I just needed to escape, to run away from the suffocating reality that seemed to be closing in on me.

"Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked, his voice filled with concern.

I wiped away a tear that had escaped my eye and looked at him, my voice trembling. "Just keep driving," I whispered, my words barely audible.

As the taxi sped through the city streets, my thoughts consumed me. I couldn't help but dwell on my misfortunes, feeling as though I was cursed with an eternal streak of bad luck. Every little chance I had at happiness seemed to crumble before my eyes, leaving me broken and defeated.

The weight of my despair became too much to bear, and I began to sob uncontrollably. The cab driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay, miss?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

I couldn't find the strength to respond, my tears blurring my v