The cool, evening air felt refreshing as Myra strolled through the streets, lost in thought.
Her family had been through a lot lately, and she was worried about them. And then there was her best friend Victoria, who was going through a tough time.
Myra felt like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting the breeze wash over her.
The night was peaceful and quiet, and she felt a sense of calmness starting to wash over her. She knew she couldn't fix everything, but she could try to be there for the people she cared about.
It was pitch black outside, and the only sound was the faint ringing of a phone. Myra reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, squinting to read the screen in the darkness.
The name on the screen made her heart sink. It was her sister, Malia. Myra knew something was wrong; Malia only called her in the middle of the night if it was an emergency.