Chapter 3
Christie Lockheart stood at her bedroom window looking out onto the world. She lived ten floors up in a decent-ish apartment building, but the view left a lot to be desired.
The streets below were crowded, cramped, and polluted. People hollered at one another at opposite sides of the road while others dodged the crazy traffic rather than waiting to cross. It didn’t matter that it was close to nine in the evening—it was ridiculously busy. Always was. That was the joy, or the nightmare, of city living.
It was home. It had been for the last five years since she and her husband had moved in here. She’d lost him and two babies in this apartment. The miscarriages had been hard to handle, but losing Jake had triggered a depression that far outweighed the grief she’d felt over losing
