DESMOND'S APARTMENT

POV DESMOND

I stood on my balcony, shivering but enjoying the sunset as it cast its last rays across the city. Nathaniel had only told me to dress warmly for tonight, leaving no indication as to where we were going on Staten Island. I pulled out my phone, checking the time for the millionth time.

I almost dropped it over the edge when I saw a hand gripping the rail. "Jesus Christ, Nathaniel," I said, putting a hand on my chest. He was laughing as he ...