Silent Snowfall
Language: en
Six years after Kane went legit, I ran into him at St. Jude’s Abbey in Southport. The snow was coming down thick and heavy that day. He was there with his pregnant wife, praying for their unborn child. I was there to light votive candles for my parents, who had been dead for six years. Our eyes met, and for a split second, we both froze. After a moment of charged silence, he spoke first, asking how I’d been all these years. I answered politely. "Getting by." After his prayers, he didn't leave. He just stood there, watching me with a thoughtful expression. The wind whipped snow and freezing…