Hendrix Williams
The city smelled different from the province. Too loud. Too fast. Too bright. I tightened my grip on my bag and reminded myself why I was here. Not for adventure. Not for dreams. But for responsibility. For my mother. The manager told me I would be assigned to a well known model. “Amelia Collins,” he said. The name sounded familiar. Dangerous, even. But I’ve learned something growing up in the province stories aren’t always the truth.
About Hendrix Williams
The city smelled different from the province. Too loud. Too fast. Too bright. I tightened my grip on my bag and reminded myself why I was here. Not for adventure. Not for dreams. But for responsibility. For my mother. The manager told me I would be assigned to a well known model. “Amelia Collins,” he said. The name sounded familiar. Dangerous, e...Read more