Nowhere to Run

Clara

You know that moment when you’re just fucked?

And I don’t mean the good kind, I mean the kind where your brain scrambles like a panicked mouse mapping escape routes. Duck left, dodge right, maybe bluff your way out, but every single path ends the same.

That was me, right now. Fucked.

It was almost funny, really. There was a literal door right in front of me. I could just open it, step out,