ARI'S POINT OF VIEW
On my way to work that morning the city looked different to me. Sharper somehow. Cleaner in a cold way. The sidewalks were polished, the coffee lines were long, everyone wore coats and scarves because autumn was slowly sneaking in. It was not Nigeria. This city had a different rhythm. A different kind of chaos. A different kind of chill in the air.
I sat in my car at the red light and I could still hear Derek’s voice echoing inside my skull from earlier and Marcus’s tired angry tone. My chest felt tight but my chin was steady. I get to choose the path that is good for me. For once I get to choose.
So instead of going straight to my office, I turned the car left.
I was going to Adrian’s building.
Maybe I overreacted yesterday. Maybe I snapped more than I should have
