It was late in the afternoon, market stores were closing up for the day as she passed them by on the street. The sun was almost gone and trees were turning grey. The sidewalk was desert.
Crossed the street and took the road through the park to shorten the trip, as she always did. It was late in the afternoon as she walked the path that separated her from what she had lived until that moment.
I´m finally going home, she thought, and I'm not coming back.
