The streetlights in the hills didn't glow; they shimmered like damp pearls against the velvet black of the canyon. Lana sat in the back of the town car, her lace gloved fingers tracing the condensation on the window. She wasn't going home. She was going to the hotel room that smelled of expensive cologne and a life that didn’t belong to her.
But as the car pulled up to the side entrance, Lana caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyes looked tired, shadowed by the very glamour she used as armor. Lana Del Rey - The Other Woman (Lyrics)
She thought of the woman waiting in that other house. That woman was likely wearing an old t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy knot, surrounded by the beautiful, exhausting chaos of a shared history. That woman had the arguments about the mortgage and the messy kitchen, but she also had the right to scream, to cry, and to be seen in the harsh light of morning. The streetlights in the hills didn't glow; they