Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Maybe it was the smell of the honeysuckle and lilacs that were already starting to wither and die. Maybe it was the sight of the crumbling walls that were once covered in ivy and lianas but were now exposed to the harshness of the New York summer. Maybe it was the thought that this was my last day before everything changed.I took a deep breath and blew it out again. I needed air. I needed to see the sun.