No Snow in South City’s Winter
Language: en
Seven years after I cheated death, I saw Jenna again on a construction site. She stood in the dust in her high heels while I squatted by a concrete pillar, shoveling a three-dollar lunch into my mouth. A familiar voice, laced with hesitation, cut through the noise. "Leo Zio... is that you?" She reached out to touch my shoulder. The chopsticks in my hand froze. I looked up, and the noon sun was a blinding glare, making my vision swim. Jenna’s voice trembled with a shocked delight. "It really is you! I thought… after all these years, I thought you were…" I didn't answer. I just shifted my…