Chapter 21
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Five days later
The air just outside the police station feels stale. My lungs literally hurt from the filtered humidity.
My neck tie feels tight, the collar threatening to choke. I loosen both, pulling as I walk through the double doors into another dreary Manhattan Sunday afternoon.
I glance up at the sky. Rain again. It feels fresh, cool on my dry lips. I lick the salty drops away.
I love the rain. Always have. Even now. On a day when life feels its f*****g lowest.
They never found who threw the brick through my shop’s front window. Almost an entire week passes, and with every second that the f*****g scum walks the streets, a piece of me hardens. The glass is fixed, the shop re-opened… but bits of me are broken. And they have been… ever since my sexy, sweet, distu
