“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely audible over the rain. “You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

Julie shrugged again, the movement almost dismissive. Yet, her eyes held a glimmer of understanding, an old soul trapped in such a young body.

“Come on, follow me!” she chirped, motioning for him to follow her lead.

Michael hesitated for a brief moment, glancing back at the streetlight as if it were an anchor. But the promise of connection, of at least trying to make sense of this chaotic world, urged him forward. He tucked the half-eaten bread into his pocket, a small token of hope.

Julie led him through narrow alleys and shortcuts, avoiding the bustling crowds, her bare feet splashing through puddles with a practiced ease. She moved with confidence, a small captain steering her own course amid the skyscrapers.