Chapter 110 – In Search Of Where To Lay Their Weary Heads

• TILDA
• The night hadn’t even reached its peak, yet it already felt endless. We trudged through dim streets, desperately searching for a place to lay our tired heads. But all our efforts had been in vain.
• Each corner we turned led to rejection—hoodlums and territorial homeless folks laid claim to every spot we tried. It was shocking to see how fiercely guarded these patches of sidewalk and alley had become. Every crumbling wall, every tattered blanket spread over concrete was someone’s kingdom in this city that came alive at night.