Dusk settles on an ordinary street. Windows begin to glow. A bus sighs to a stop. Jenna steps onto the curb, a paper bag rustling against her coat as her sneakers tap on the wet pavement. Under the hum of a streetlight, a car idles at the corner, its turn signal a steady, rhythmic pulse in the growing dark.
This is the space where the world can break. The short walk from the bus stop. The stai...
