Preface
I ran forward, forcing my body to move faster with every step. But I was too weak from all those weeks that I stumbled and scratched my hands more often than usual. I knew whatever was happening wouldn't end well, but I had to try. I had to.
People stared as I pushed ahead, knocking into men and women in expensive suits, and tripping over little children. The taxis and buses screeched and honked in the street, but that noise couldn't even come close to drowning out the pounding of my heart. I wondered if this was how my mother felt when she'd gone through this.
I could just barely see the green of Central Park in the distance. If only I could make it there on time.