Midnight in Manhattan
The rain in New York doesn't fall the way it falls everywhere else. It falls like it's trying to get somewhere and doesn't care how long it takes. It was one of those nights in February 2024—the kind where the sky opens up and the city pretends it wasn't expecting this. Vivian Callahan was standing in the arrivals hall of JFK with nothing but a dead phone and a suitcase whose wheel had broken...
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