via

the gallery and o

g again. Of c

he water soak through my clothes. I d

ob. The arrogance of it. He thought he could buy my pr

hand and h

ed as I slid in

s. The city lights blurred into str

he wind hit my face, cold a

like f

th, filling my lun

et," I whispered to the

rysler Building, the tower where Marcus lived-they all shrank un

ed the

arrived at the terminal, checked

I sat at

ing G

too

ridge, leaving New York

my seat.

d. The engines

ifte

rain lashed against the plastic window, w

and against th

odb

hed through th

bulence stopped.

s shining. It was bright and

ead back agai

sed m

a new world. No Marc

rs, the silence in my head wa

mil

over. The dream