She stared at the throngs of tourists. It was a dream of hers, since childhood, to come here. But she didn’t feel grand elation. She kept rubbing her abdomen. The scar was throbbing and getting hotter.

Just like the building she felt tilted and out of sorts. She had this scar as far as she could remember. All the way back to childhood. Yet, she didn’t know where the scar came from. No one could tell her. Since her teenage years she was of the belief that she had a monster within her that had escaped but that there were more trying to get out.

She swayed and fell. The scar was starting to open up. All the things she had done were coming out.