New York, Mia

I stood in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for myself, when Bella suddenly burst in with a disheveled look on her face. I glanced at her, slightly taken aback. "I thought you were going to the store?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Her urgency was apparent.

She grabbed me by the hand and almost dragged me outside. I followed, a sense of unease growing. When I saw what had been done to the front of our apartment, my eyes widened in shock. There was toilet paper strewn everywhere, like a chaotic sea of white. Eggs had been thrown against the wall, leaving a mess that would be a...