The Price of Survival

POV: Evelina

I slumped into the back of the taxi, the cracked vinyl seat sticking to the back of my thighs as New York City blurred into a chaotic smear of neon and rain-slicked asphalt outside the window. My head was pounding, a rhythmic thrumming behind my eyes that matched the erratic, jarring notes of the radio. The driver had tuned into some experimental jazz station that sounded like a doze