Venice Luna Vicencio, once a noblewoman, stood outside the bakery, feeling the weight of her decision to leave everything behind. She reached into her satchel, but the coin pouch was missing.

“I… thought I had enough,” she murmured, embarrassed.

Her eyes lingered on the bread, the simple comfort a stark contrast to the life she had escaped. “I should go…”

But her feet didn’t move.