Chapter 323. The Job

LYRIC

I look around, peering down one end of the street and up the other. The last thing I need is for anyone to see me. Us.

I grip the tiny hand in mine a little tighter. I raise my other hand and knock on the worn and cracked door, quickly glancing around at our surroundings again. For the millionth time. All the while listening for movement from the other side of the door.

I knock again when I hear nothing. Tap, tap, tap. My nerves ramp up as I wait, listening, looking, "Hurry up" I whisper, sighing on the exhale.

The bite of cold nipped at us as we waited for the door to open. The snow in this part of the borough was thick and more was falling. The damp air seeped into our skin through the layers of clothing, chilling us right down to the bone.

I would give anything to curl up in front of a fire with a warm drink, cozy up with my favorite person in the realm. Anything was better than having to drag us from the comfort and safety of our hom