Chapter 69

• Luis sat still for a moment, staring up at the dark windows above. Everything looked exactly the same. Of course it did.
• He paid the driver with the last of the bills stuffed in his pocket and stepped out, the night air hitting him like a forgotten memory.
• The stairwell smelled of dust and old newspapers. He gripped the handrail tighter than he needed to as he climbed, each step pressing against muscles that still ached from weeks in a hospital bed.