Lost Gem (PART 1)

The scent of old wood and stale dust clung to Anastasia like a second skin, a constant companion in the cramped, rundown house she called home. The afternoon sun, a weak, watery presence, barely pierced the grime on the single window, casting muted shadows across the threadbare futon that served as her bed.
Another long day at the diner had strained her muscles, her legs aching from hours of running food and clearing tables. She yearned for the familiar, numbing rhythm of her routine, a predictable ache that dulled the sharper, deeper pain. But as she walked the familiar sidewalk home, a sudden, screeching symphony of tires shattered the mundane.
A black car, a blur of speed, raced past her, followed by a deafening crash at the end of the street. Curiosity, a rare, fleeting emotion, tugged her forward. What she found would forever alter the quiet, desolate landscape of her life.
