Chapter 23
NANCY
The black and white marquee above the cinema welcomes me into one of my favorite places in the city with open arms.
I feel free in the dark—myself more than ever.
I run my hand over the scarred leather seats at the back of the theatre and remember what it was like when I used to come here years ago.
The seats are worn and torn in places, and the red velvet is frayed. But there's a beauty in that old theater that never left, and as I settle down in a lonely seat, the smell of popcorn saturating the air as the double feature cues on the screen, I let the tears fall.
Big, lonely ones.
The tears are all I have with me today.
With Sophia and Deacon out of town for the weekend, I have nobody to turn to.
Nobody to talk to.
No one to share the load of this weekend from b
