Astrid stormed out of the club, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the night air hit her skin.

Her heels struck the pavement with sharp, purposeful steps. She just needed space away from him,away from everyone,she needed to breathe, to think.

But she didn’t get far in the underground parking lot.

Out of the shadows, an elderly woman stepped forward.

Before Astrid could register who she was

(Smack)

A harsh slap stung her cheek. Her head snapped to the side.

She froze.

“What was that for?” she gasped, her voice shaky. Her hand went to her face instinctively, fingers brushing the warmth left behind.

The woman didn’t answer right...