**Kait**

I stand out on the fire escape just outside my bedroom window. The night is cold, and the moon is but a void in the sky. Even the stars seem unwilling to shine on a night like this.

As a strong wind blows across me, I shiver and rub my arms with my hands. I’m wearing a T-shirt and jeans, unwilling to change into my night clothes, as if that would be accepting a new day, a new day closer to the end.

As I look out into the glittering city, I imagine all the ...