Chapter 25The shimmering lights of New York City made Lucien feel as if he could breathe again. He whispered some of his favourite song lyrics to himself as the Uber drove him closer and closer to the heart of the city, and his apartment. Then, seizing the impulse, he asked the driver to drop him off fifteen minutes early.
“You sure?” he asked. He peered out through his window, eyeing the clouds. “Looks like it’s gonna snow.”
“I’ll be fine.” Lucien paid him for the full ride, plus tip, and then continued his soft chanting of the songs he loved, especially those that reminded him of his favourite city.
The New York air quickly froze his fingertips and made his lungs ache. He coughed. He lit a cigarette and the blotted it out. He sang and he walked. He did nothing and everything—because h
