Chapter 81 Or Just Chaos?

• The Uber purred beneath Rosie like it had ambitions of becoming a lullaby. Unfortunately, her thoughts had other plans. They came in loud and disorganized—like a garage band without a drummer, all noise and no rhythm.
• Outside the window, the city passed in streaks of neon and glass, but for once, she wasn’t romanticizing it. Usually, the chaos of traffic and people and honking scooters gave her a weird kind of comfort—proof the world was spinning, with or without her input. Today, though, it just blurred. Nothing looked real, and everything inside her felt too loud.
• “Who’s the fickle one now, Rosie?”