The neon lights of Los Angeles gleamed through the night, illuminating the city’s endless vitality. Bright lights in high-rise offices stood as a testament to the relentless grind of the young professionals within, all striving to make a mark. A Cullinan glided along the bustling avenues, and Frederick, leaning back with his eyes closed, found himself unable to shake Leah’s face from his mind.
Her voice, the look of her curling up, trembling.
They had much in common. Both had once clawed their way out of pitch-dark depths, rising to where they were through sheer grit. Their polished exteriors masked the unseen abysses of their pasts.
As the car crossed the lively downtown strip, Frederick opened his eyes. Coincidentally, they were passing the LFS Mall, the same place Leah had insisted
