I glanced at the Rolls-Royces, their polished surfaces gleaming in the sun.
The sight of them parked there, so out of place, was jarring.
It was a reminder of the power and influence that hovered just beyond my reach.
The man in the suit finally rose to his feet, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
He looked at me, his expression a mix of regret and something else I couldn’t quite identify.
“I didn’t know,” he said, his voice barely audible over the market noise.
And with that, he turned and walked back to the car.
The door closed with a soft thud, and the Rolls-Royces pulled away, leaving a cloud of dust and confusion in their wake.
I watched them go, feeling a strange mix of relief and unease.
The market continued around me, but everything felt different, like a page had turned in a book I wasn’t ready to finish.
As I stood there, the question remained: had I just witnessed a beginning or an end?
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
