Chapter Eight
September,Three years later
Danny St.Regis
I fight the traffic, the wind and the constant ache in my heart. I push against the street and finally stop to catch my breath. The damned dream! It came to me again, just when I thought I might have lost it forever. Its been nearly nine months since it matteredthe period of human gestation. Is that significant?
I hear my sisters voice now, the biting petulance as much as the modulated concern of the all knowing big sister, soothing me with her condescending, little one, youll understand when youre older.
Well, Im a LOT older now, and I still dont understand.
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The quaint little building to my right has always intrigued me, a small ivy-covered brick stuck between two grey monsters, its front door painted a navy blue
