Chapter 4
Jordan hugged his jacket closer to himself. November had hit New York with a thud. Thanksgiving was a week away, and it already felt like he was navigating the tundra when he walked to work. He’d never felt so much wind in Manhattan before, not without a big weather system coming through. This wind didn’t bring any rain or snow with it. It just blew.
At least he had Sam to keep him warm. He looked up at the tall, glass-fronted building where Sam lived. It was really a marvel of modern engineering that they could construct these palaces, these Towers of Babel, out of so much glass and have them withstand winds that would have shattered smaller buildings only forty years ago. He didn’t think he’d choose to live in one, but they filled him with awe nevertheless.
The doorman greet
