“When did you want to book it?”
“Now.”
I lay a few hundreds on the counter, and after the clerk gets over his surprise, I’m escorted to a long, black limo and seated inside. I lean back in the seat and poke around at the contents of the bar. After selecting a whiskey, I put my feet up on the seat and look out the window.
It’s good to leave in style.
In a few hours, I will be back in my hometown—Chicago. Maybe I will even clean up my old apartment and live there again. It won’t be the same without a dog, but I’m hesitant to consider trying to replace Odin. Even Freyja, his offspring, was never quite the same. I’d be alone, but then again, I always am.
Always have been.
On my own.
Isolated.
It’s who I am.
It’s what I deserve.
THE END