Chapter 27
EMILY
Sunday
My taxi pulls up to my apartment building, leaving me hopping out of the back seat.
The rain has picked up, leaving the press and police scattering, and huddling in a hastily grabbed blazer, Chicago Cougars cap secured tight, I scramble inside and out of the Chicago rain and wind, making my way into Millennium Gardens.
I sigh once in the lobby, letting myself breathe.
Shaking the dampness from my bones, I inhale the warm central air for another twenty seconds before heading up to the elevator.
Once inside, I soak in the solace. But not before typing quickly back in the MyNeighbor app, my fingers moving quickly over the keys as I finish my last post.
I end with a period.
Emily:
Thank you for your help, Miss Headley. And I promise next time I’ll take out the
