The next morning, I woke up before the city did.
At least it felt that way.
The streets weren't empty, but they weren't crowded yet. A few cars rolled through intersections. A delivery truck stopped half a block away. Somewhere nearby, a bird chirped loud enough to be annoying. I sat up slowly and stretched my aching back. Sleeping on a concrete bench never got easier. It didn't matter how exhausted I was. It didn't matter how many nights I spent there. My body always reminded me exactly where I was when morning came. I rubbed my eyes and stared across the street, trying to gather enough motivation to start another day.
Then I caught myself looking toward Callahan Industries.
Immediately, I looked away.
The problem wasn't that I cared about the building.
The problem was that I knew e
