Chapter 23
Eleventh Avenue
PATRICK’S FLEETING MOMENT of celebration had turned into deep concern and he attempted to steady his trembling right hand with his left, in order to insert his keycard at Room 1010. Inside, he sank into the large cushioned chair by the window and offered the New York skyline a blank stare. Patrick realized he hadn’t fully understood.
Aunt Grace rose from her place on the bed, and assumed the seat by his side. They trained their eyes on the world outside their window, but the skyline remained unimpressive. The lights of New York faded, much like Patrick’s sense of optimism. Aunt Grace reached out and held his hand; the touch pulled him back to reality. He turned to his aunt, took a deep breath, and said, “You never told me about Eleventh Avenue.”
“No. I didn’t
