Chapter 29
VIOLET
Christmas Day
The lobby of the SparrowHead is a freaking madhouse. But then again…so is the inside of my mind.
Christmas Day in Manhattan is one big oxymoron. In a city where business is always booming and the population never sleeps, the holidays aren’t a time for rest.
If anything, the borough kicks up another billion notches, and I can’t reconcile the vision of snow-white winter with the darkness that’s just inside my head.
But I’m trying my very f*****g best.
In the middle of a mild Tuesday afternoon, I stroll up to SparrowHead building, my resignation in hand.
I prepare to flash my badge at Security Guard Sam when I realize that this will be the last time, and I reach over, suddenly needing to shake the black-coat wearing teddy bear’s hand. I smile.
“Working
