The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

in Manhattan.
The job had been temporary, though temporary had become seven months after my mother’s medical debts consumed nearly everything I earned.
Dante and I met when I found him bleeding in a service corridor after midnight.
He had told me he had been attacked during a robbery.
I had believed him because fear makes ordinary explanations feel like continue reading …