Part 1 - 30 Hours
"This seems to be the way it's going to be. I'm out of this city in January, unless a miracle comes through.", she said, with her classic sadness-concealing smile - a signature smile that I could read by now from a mile away.
She looked up at me. "Hello?"
I was counting.
"Counting time in terms of the estimated number of real hours you have left toRead more...