Gabriella

“Thank you for walking me home,” I said as I fished the house key from my handbag.

Damien peered around at the other houses on the street. All of the condos were designed in the image of old brownstones, tall and slender, each one unique enough to differentiate where one ended and the next began. Trees with baby leaves rustled in the breeze. Distant sounds of televisions and music seeped from open windows that glowed with interior ...