Chapter 14
VIOLET
Day twelve passes slowly…but without a hitch.
Outside my office window, the sun sets in a rainbow of butter-gold and red on a New York City skyline—a skyline that, years later, I don’t even recognize anymore.
Maybe it’s because the Towers are missing.
Or maybe my twenty-eight year old eyes just don’t see it the same way.
Water-paint like skies clash against a concrete slab outside of my office window, and the vision of Manhattan on the other side of the glass is like a dream, its dwindling lights and falling snow reminding me of why I fell in love with this city in the first place.
I loved the Brooklyn brownstone that’d been a family vacation home for years, but I’d always been drawn to the dregs of the other borough. The one thriving with people, businesses, brick
