Chapter 15

• MIRA, 27 YEARS OLD, NEW YORK.
• “Mira, it’s great to see you out of the house again.” A rough male voice called to me as I walked into the closest convenience store to the apartment.
• “Right, thanks for noticing Har-bear.” I responded, my tone as cheery as I could make it while still having that hint of sweet sarcasm dripping off of every word as I walked further into the small store. “It’s great to know I have one other fan in this world.”