My head is spinning with all of the revelations of the past day. I’m tired and hungry, but more than that I need answers. There are too many questions hanging over my head. It feels like the whole world is out to get me and the only hope I had of making it all stop has failed. I feel strange in my own skin and I hate it.

I'm so lost in thought that I don't realize I've walked to Ezra’s apartment until I'm standing in front of the crumbling brownstone. It's a bad idea to see ...