Parsons stared out of the window of his fifty-first story office. He liked it up here. He liked coming here and looking out at the horizon first thing in the morning, watching the sunrise. Of course, in winter, it wasn’t quite as spectacular; looking over the towns and cit...
I was back home. The sky outside was dark, totally pitch black. The wind rattled against my window as I sat in the complete blackness of my bedroom. I’d turned the TV on just to cover any noise I might make crying out. I had no idea how I’d managed to drag myself back here, get inside, without ma...